The Colours We Give | On hold

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I COME BACK HOME without showing Arashi the poem I wrote, giving the excuse that I didn't finish it yet. It's a lie. I wrote twelve lines in twenty minutes, but for some reason, I didn't like it. I told I'd write a poem for him out of impulse, but it's hard to make something satisfactory so easily.

Arashi was nice enough to give me more time instead of joking with me, said even a week even is fine. I laughed and asserted that I'd show it tomorrow itself. Poor guy, I made him jog three rounds just for the sake of a few deplorable lines.

After dinner, I take out the notebook and lay out the poem in front of me. My eyes go over the three stanzas again and again. There's something missing, and it's the finality. This poem looks like it's still waiting to be written to the end. Moreover, the underlined Arashi just looks like a boring excuse for a title.

I reread the the three stanzas. How do I add finality to this poem? I obviously can't end it with the death of the said person. Arashi is, fortunately, very much alive.

I ponder over it for a few minutes and give up because nothing special comes into my mind. Instead, I check if Arohi's messaged me. She has, after a whole ten days. It's been happening a lot lately. We text each other back after days, sometimes even weeks.

Lol guess what happened

A Mexican guy in my school thought I looked
Mexican so he started talking to me in Spanish XD

He was apparently saying that he was happy to see 
another Mexican joined Cormer's and I only replied
by saying Hola and that ticked him off

Lmao he's cute

We're friends now

His name's Ricardo but everyone calls him Rico

I see 

A nice name Rico has there

And seems like a friendly guy to approach u like that lol

I don't know what else to say, and Arohi hasn't come online either, so I just ditch the conversation there. Who knows, maybe I'll get the next message ten days later.

Ricardo, eh. Sounds like the name of Arohi's future boyfriend. I just know he is going to be. I can read into Arohi's words like a prophet. If only I'd figure out myself like that too.

I'm not in the mood to study. Therefore, I decide I'm going to text someone, so I quickly go out of my room, put Dad's phone in my pajama pocket and sneak back in. I'm stealthy enough to finish it in a duration of one snore per parent.

Before I think of a person to talk to, I notice three messages from Lance. I smile. This guy just somehow knows when I want to talk to him.

Hey it's been a while :)

We've not spoken much in school

All thanks to my soccer matches 

Right, the matches

Heard you guys lost in the semi-final

Lance immediately comes online. My smile extends.

Yeah :/

We weren't so bad, but the other team was fire