Eventually

3. Present

Bradley

I just arrived at the hospital when Frank, from building management, texted to let me know that the new tenant has arrived in our building. I've been living here for 5 years or so. So we're pretty close and he would always tell me about this kind of things. Especially, since the new tenant will live right next to my place.

I remember that previously he said it was a woman. I never asked about her name. I thought that I will meet her anyway when she moves in. So why bother asked her name before that?

Today was just another tough day. Being in my 3rd year residency on general surgery was pretty....adventurous? I had to join 2 back-to-back surgery today. Thankfully both were successful. This is the best part of the job, saving people's lives.

The problem is everytime I saved people's lives, she popped up on my mind. I remember telling her that I wanted to be a doctor to save people, to make them feel better. Although in the end, I couldn't make her feel better. I hurt her. That one person that I've loved so much, yet I hurt the most.

Anyway, on my way home I bought something for the neighbor. I bought a flower vase. I figured most women like flowers so I thought it was a thoughtful gift.
I remember that she liked flowers too.

So when I arrived at the building, I went to her door right away. Still in my scrubs and bags, I pressed the button on her door. She answered right away but didn't say much. It sounded familiar.
But it's impossible. I must be imagining things due to the weariness.

But then she opened the door, and I saw her face.

I can clearly saw her features from when she was younger. Those green eyes that used to look at me longingly. That nose that used to breathe the same air as me. The lips that used to tell me sweet words. Even her hair still looked the same. That brown and wavy hair. It was really her.

God, I miss her so much.

Apparently from her body language, I could feel that she wasn't happy to see me. Well, who would? I left her without any explanation and now I showed up in front of her door announced?

I tried to do some small talks but she wasn't really in the mood for it. So after I gave her my gift, I decided that I should just go back to my place. I knew that she needs time to process this. I need time to process this too.

So here I am. In my room. Lying on my bed, thinking about what just happened. Thinking about how I feel about it and what should I do about it.

I was really glad to meet her here. But how could I say that when clearly she's not happy to see me?

I pick up my phone and open her Instagram account. Yeah I still follow her, with my other account. And no, I am not a stalker. I just wanted to know how she was doing. I know that she's a an editor on a fashion magazine. But I didn't realized that the magazine was based in Boston. I had no idea that she's been living in Boston.

She mostly updated her story, not her feed. The last photo she uploaded was from New Year's Eve. She went to Europe for holiday, with her two best friends. Lynn and Lily.

A few years ago, I tried to contact them to ask about her. They blocked me right away, and I don't blame them. I was such an ass. I am such an ass. I should've at least explained to her, about how I felt back then.

I was such a coward and stupid. I was wrong. Leaving her was the most unbearable thing I've ever felt.

Now that she's here, I will explain everything to her. I will make it right. I will make it us right.

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