Clichè • TK

3

2 months.

It's been 2 months ever since I came across you. For 2 months I've been stopping by the cafè, order a drink I was never be able to finish, just so I could see you.

However, I never had the courage to have a proper conversation with you. Probably the only progress I've made was when you talked about the weather, to which I just dumbly replied with "oh y-yeah".

Well, at least I'm sure you remember me now.

You no longer asked for my name after I ordered. Grabbing the plastic cup as you wrote my name with your pretty and slender fingers.

I wonder if you felt it. How my hands often trembled whenever my hands brushed yours so briefly you can barely feel it. Or how I shiver whenever your eyes land on mine.

Maybe you didn't, which I hope you did. I hoped you were able to pick up the signs that I like you.

Yes. I admit it now.

I came to that conclusion the day you smiled so brightly as I entered the cafè and how your smile faltered when you saw my state. Cheeks a deep purple, eyes a bit swollen and a split on chap lips. I tried to smile back, to show you I was fine. Deffinitely not to seem cool though. Deffinitely not.

But it was hard to do so when I felt my whole face hurt. So I only settled with a small smile in return. I limped my way to you. Your face full of worry, I felt my stomach fill with stupid butterflies at that. You were worried about me. You cared.

We were mere strangers. Barely acquintances and nowhere near friends but you took my hand across the counter as I reached you. You saw how my hands were filled with bruises as well. I shivered as you continously examined my hands then my face then back to my hands then face, the process a repitition.

You looked behind me. Seeing there were no other costumer, you told me to follow you. You took me to the back.

Honestly, I don't know why I still came despite my state. I guess I just really wanted to see you, afraid that if I didn't yesterday may be the last day I'll see you. But I still never had the guts to properly talk to you.

I fought with a friend that day. But we're good now. We talked and reconciled.

You sat me down on one of the chair as you took out the first aid kit. I silently watched you, looking away when you looked back.

As you treated my wounds, you kept asking me what happened and how it was none of your business but you still wanted to know. All I could give you was silence, your face a close proximity to mine. But you didn't mind, as you only proceeded treating my wounds. You sighed as you finished, still not getting an answer from me.

I followed you out. I left without an order, content with the interaction I had with you, although not in the best circumstances but still.

But today wasn't what I expected to happen.

I was walking home, a bit down because I was not able to see you. I had to cover up for my friend's shift so I finished late.

I passed by the cafè, it was no longer you on the counter so I just continued walking. Sighing with my head low. I bumped into someone. I lookd up and saw you on the ground. Panting, eyes filled with fear, tears streaming down your cheeks.

I bent down trying to get you up you held onto my arm, grip tight as you cried "help me" you said.

A/N:

hi, im sorry if the update was a bit late. been busy with my studies. and exams are next week so i was stressed and didn't have the time to write but im procrastinating right now sooooooooo yeah...

to anyone reading this i love you, stay safe and i hope you enjoyed 💜