Gun and Off used to be best friends in high school but when Off's girlfriend start𝘀 to get jealous of their relationship, things start to get messy.
The whole school goes uproar because of their leaked kissing picture and Off starts to avoid gun be...
I get up slowly—my mind still trying to process the fact that I nearly died and to make it even more unrealistic, it was Off who saved me. Before I could express my disbeliefs, Off started shouting.
"—Are you out of your mind??? —??"
He's now gripping the collar of my totally wet unbuttoned shirt making my energy less body jerk in motion with the force of his hands. He continues to shout,
"If I didn't return here to check—you could've—"
"—Died?" I reply bluntly. He looks shocked and angry.
"Why are you getting so worked up??" I ask abruptly.
"—What were you even doing—you know it's dangerous around there?" He snaps, completely ignoring my question.
"—I was searching for my watch" I shout. As much as I didn't want to answer, I couldn't stand him interrogating me like I'm the one who's at fault.
"—So a watch is more important than your life???" Okay. He's starting to get on my nerves.
"That was a gift from my dad." I answer. I don't expect him to sympathise with me nor do I want him to feel apologetic but for some reason I just want to let it all out right now. "he brought me that expensive watch when we didn't even have enough money to pay for my fees just so...... I would have at least one good memory of my 16th birthday."
My eyes are starting to get teary again remembering those days. Just how many times will I cry today? Not now, not in front of Off. My mind is confused why am I elaborating all this but I keep on going,
"Don't act like you care about me cause you never did. Don't confuse me now Off—because I have already decided to hate you."
I glance at him and he is still motionless looking at me with eyes that I can't seem to read. I have no idea what he's thinking at all so I blurted it all out,
"I thought I knew you all along but you—you are heartless, you know that? Funny I thought we were best friends. Even when my family went bankrupt, when I had to change school and everything was falling apart in my life, I still thought I could face it....cause I had you. But right when I needed you the most, you turned your back on me. I guess I always knew you were a selfish person but maybe he changed now, maybe he is not so heartless after all—that's what I thought......but 3 years was still not enough to know you. You are the same, Off. You can never change."
His head is still facing down. I notice the sun has already set and the wind is getting chillier. I was expecting him to say something; an excuse, a stupid reason or perhaps a shitty logic that once again proves he's not wrong. That was the Off I knew. He always manages to comes up with excuses. It was in his blood. However, now he's just sitting here in silence.
I gradually stand up. I walk away from him, completely facing my front direction as the chilly breeze penetrates inside my thin shirt almost making me to shiver. Today was the most unforeseen, unanticipated and chaotic day in my life. I nearly encountered death, exploded my deep buried hatred towards Off and my heart feels so much at ease. I probably shouldn't feel this way but I somehow feel like I lifted a heavy burden off my chest. I look towards the sky, I can see the dim shape of moon glimmering in the sky making my leftover confusions fade away as my steps go further.
As I'm walking, I have this sudden thought if Off is still there, should I turn back once? Judging from his reactions just now, he certainly didn't have any idea about my family so I wonder how he's feeling right now. Ugh whatever. I don't want to think about it anymore. I start to pace my footsteps more rapidly as if I'm nervous of my second thoughts. I reach the road and I see a dark figure who's looking at me. There's a dim streetlight in between us so both of us take a steady tread and walk quietly beneath the light. His eyes fixed on my eyes, he smiled as he approached me.
"Oab" I say out loud like I'm sort of confirming its him.
"Gun......I've been waiting for you. Let's go."
Had it been some weeks ago, I can imagine myself being angry at Oab and hating every speech that comes from his mouth. But right now, why does his simple sentence feels so reassuring?
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