Back to present, Xandy suggested we chill while hearing some old songs of our childhood and Aaron went away saying he had some files to work on after borrowing my laptop, which left me to accompany Xandy. I wasn't exactly against this idea, but I somehow felt intriguied by it. I agreed now never for once thinking that this person before me has assaulted me. For some reason I just agreed. So it became like , he drinking some breezers and me drinking juices while listening to songs silently. After a few hours , a couple can be seen cuddling each other and drinking. The man's head is resting on the female's shoulder , eyes closed as he is intaking massive amounts of smell from the woman's body , her hair , her neck. It feels so intoxicating . Meanwhile the female is taking small sips from her glass with absent-minded eyes which glistens mystically , due to water? Maybe. The light in the room is one of blood red and ' A thousand years' is on its way to end. My mind is currently now in a mess , it feels hopeless, helpless. As Christina Perri sings ' I died every day waiting for you ' , my mind shows me his images from the last couple of hours, his smile, his cute dimples, even his breaths. They feel so goddamn beautiful, almost dreamlike. The only thing connecting me to reality now is his presence beside me. I can feel him sniffing my neck, stretching his neck to smell to smell my hair. Oh God, I just want the time to stop and never to resume. This is just picture-perfect. Him, me and our songs. Perfect, my mind said. But I turn to see despair as I remember, only a few minutes more and he'll turn to the jerk like before who'll compete with me over everything, just like what he did in all of our junior and senior high school. It reminds me of our cold wars in school. If he gets a prize in quiz , I must get one in debate class. If I get an A for any assignment he must get one too. If not, well, the other one of us will laugh at the loser obviously in our conversations with our trusted friends. And we'll hold the conversations in such a way the loser one will definitely come to know about it. I smirked. Why can't we remain like kids all of our lives? If he had been like his previous self in the reunion party, I would have easily guessed what it was which pissed him off that day. I don't know how but as kids we seem to know what the other one was thinking only by looking twice. But it all went wrong since that day.