Stranger

VIII.

Very long update hehehe, please enjoy.

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*Three weeks later*

-ROSIE-

"So when are you going to let me meet this Bella, you keep on talking about all the damn time?"

Lisa, my Thai best friend bombarded me with the most impossible question early in the morning, and here I am staring at the coffee maker blankly.

"I don't know." I whispered into thin air.

"What do you mean, you don't know? You've been seeing each other for weeks, you even told me you like her." Lisa replied, making me hum in disapproval.

"I said I have a crush on her..." I pointed out, clarifying her false belief. "Crush and liking, same thing." Lisa shrugged her shoulders, pouring her coffee some vodka and deliciously sipping on it.

"Ah! At last, good morning to me!" Lisa yelled, grinning like a maniac.

"I have a crush on her, but she doesn't feel the same way."

"Aww, is that why you keep on sulking every time you come home? But that's bullshit, who won't like you Rosie? You're tall and gorgeous, not to mention blonde and successful." Lisa winked.

"Bella... apparently." I sighed defeatedly, looking down on my mug and pouring myself some coffee.

Long black. That's how I enjoy my coffee, but lately I've been finding myself doing it differently.

"Since when did you start putting creamer on your coffee? And too much, at that." Lisa chimed, before biting her french toast.

"I don't know." I whispered lowly, finding myself being pulled back to the moment when a certain brunette said that she loves her coffee with cream, and how that made her think of the color white.

Well I am looking at my coffee with cream, I sniffed on it and found myself smiling. I finally understood what she meant, but not completely. Because I don't see the color white while staring at my coffee, all I see is her... in every little thing, in every little details.

I wasn't into the details, or the little things in life. If something don't make a huge impact, then it doesn't deserve my attention. Oh, but Bella... Bella was the only one who opened my eyes to see the beauty in everything, the significance of the small things, and the beauty of living.

I found myself making a pot of chicken porridge when it rained last night, cuddling myself with my blanket while staring at the flowers in my balcony dancing through the rain. I went to the beach last week, just after dropping Bella off from her hotel, and found myself admiring the sunset. Drinking beer while looking at the contrast of red and blue from the small bonfire that I made.. and it was beautiful, quite fascinating.

And Bella was right, the ocean waves calmed me in a way, I felt safe, I felt at peace while admiring it. Every splash mimics the drumming of my heart. 

At one point I almost got late to meet Bella, because I woke up early to watch the sunrise. It was silly... Waking up early and waiting for the sun to come up, but it was worth it. I saw how the dark city, lit up.

At night I would stare at the clouds, sometimes at the stars, eagerly looking at the moon with a huge smile plastered on my face because doing all these, in a way, makes me feel what Bella has felt. It was nice, it made feel closer to her in a way, but most especially... it made me happy, it made me want to try and create my own happiness.