I still think of him, always thinking and missing... Waiting for him.
You woke up early in the morning in a soft bed that you've been shrinking with the sheets of your thick blanket, as a young woman named Maria.
Remember her, the hermit rebel that everyone forgot, and admirer of Tristam, the man that you used to know and one of the reasons why that you don't listen to newly tracks from the record label that you despised.
Woke up in a dark comfy clean bedroom, dimmed with light on your sliding glass door in front of you, the ceiling is hanged with strings of colored yarn that you put sticky notes for the list of things that you're going to do, they are like the vines in your forest garden inside of your small lively greenhouse.
The weight in your chest is heavy and it's grasp your breath, but you get used to it, you don't know the feeling unless you grab your Mp3 and earpods on your small cabinet near you, you reach both of them with only with one hand without leaning your body.
You plug your earpods in your Mp3 and put the speakers in your ears, then you picked a song, you closed your eyes and listen to this song when you put the Mp3 beside you.
It was a song called Questions, and this may be grasp yourself with feelings in your body without showing your feelings in your face.
Then imagine that you danced in a white windowless room all by yourself while the thinking of a lyrics that you wish that you still connecting to your friend from far west, wishing that you don't ignore him all the time in daily basis.
Remember that he mad at you, complaining that you weren't there for him, he thought your replies are your excuses beacuse you took things way too far, you know that he doesn't want to be alone, then he never talk to you again, and you blamed and ashamed of yourself on how you did to him.
Remember the times that you had with him, you have fun with him, but somehow without knowing what he's been doing while he was with you.
The chorus hits you, the words that you wish to say.
So though all the questions keep on coming this time
You know that I'll listen
You know I'll be patient
With you, you're my baby
Maybe this time
I know you can trust me
I know I'll be faithful
To you, you're my babyYou fought your own feelings after few repeats, until you surrender with the lyrics at the end.
"I don't wanna fight now, you're barking your bite now" You grasp for breath, still your eyes are closed,"To prove I'm alright now, that you've lost your sight now" your breath began lift up it's weight, but you felt like you've been ripped apart.
"I'm holding tight now, I can't see through the night now, to show you're my light now, to paint these... walls white right now" you open your eyes, put off the speakers in your ears, and all of the pain disappers.
You plug out the earpods off your Mp3 and leave it on your bed to make yourself a breakfast alone.
Then you imagine Tristam again, sitting on your chair watching you, asking you if you miss your own friend...
But you're already did, but when the time comes when you met Tristam in person, you'd will not mess up this time.
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Random Monstercat Stories Written By An Absolute Nobody
RandomThese are the stories that I wrote a long time ago on Facebook and after the present day... Well fuck this. May 2020