Starled I look back to see Brine, with his biege pant and plain white shirt. It was the first time I saw him wear something something so blunt, yet he looked so dashing. I wonder how someone as cold as him ever managed to have such a big friend circle and yes, not forgetting the never ending list of admirers. Moreover, I now started doubting if he ever could smile, for though I saw him attending the crew I never once saw him smile.
I smiled not knowing why, maybe because it has become a part of my habit to do so. In his old grand manner walked majestically towards me and sat beside me.
"Thanks for lending me you shoulders and sorry for the commotion back then."
He raised his brows in an inquisitive manner and said,
"It's very much part of the routine,
Don't you worry, Angel..
Leave your mind at ease.."
Then he gently gave a pat on my head, which gave my heart a horse race.... I looked directly into his eyes to conceal my emotions, with all the sense left in me and asked,
"Don't you think Angel is a little over the top, I mean just for the sake of the little painting?"
"It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Everything about it has a nostalgic and different aura.. there's always more to the song than the lyrics alone!"
I amusingly look at him trying to digest something that was too philosophical for me, then he continued,
"For the music festival collaboration this year, we will be playing all five songs from the 'Friends' channel."
"the..the.. what?"
I said with an almost terrified or shocked voice, out of the zillion channel out there, why did he chose this? I mean...
'I don't know, how can I possibly know what's going on inside his head.... I am no hypnotist!!!
It bugs me how in the earth did he find out! I did hear him singing once... but.... how? why these songs after all there were plenty of other better songs too...'
I kept mumbling things in my mind over and over again.
Maybe seeing my confused look he came closer, his index finger touching my brows as he tried to put the strands of hair behind my ears but he had to put in more effort because of the breeze. If someone were to ask my honest opinion, I seriously was almost half dead by now, fully enchanted by him. He slowly put his white bluetooth wireless headset airpot in my ear which played the last song that Yu-Jun wrote
# I WILL NEVER FORGET THE MOMENT OUR PATHS MEET ITS AS FRESH AS YESTERDAY, WE NEVER SAID A WORD, NOT EVEN A SIMPLE HELLO BUT IT WAS MORE THAN ENOUGH TO IGNITE OUR STARS UNTIL WE BUILT OUR OWN HOME
chorus# WHAT'S MEANT TO BE WOULD SURELY MEET , THE UNIVERSE WILL CONTINUE TO WORK TILL THE DAY WE ARE ONE. YES ANGEL WE LIVE PARALLELLY YET THE ONLY THING I'M CERTAIN ABOUT IS YOU'RE MY LIFE LINE AND SOULMATE...YOU AND I ARE MEANT TO BE...
# I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR ANGELIC VOICE BECAUSE IT LIGHT MY WORLD UP, YOU SIMPLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME. I BELIEVE YOU AND I ARE JUST WAITING FOR THE PERFECT TIME .
It was like a stroke of strong haphazard strong wave in my system, which brought back the questions and desires that I left behind six months after Yu- Jun's death. I have always wondered as to whom it was adressed; for the lyrics itself were different from his usual ones and moreover, it was also the most special one as the tune was mine; I may even say a collaboration. But the memories were too painful, beyond the limit of my forbearance and the only thing I could see was the empty world filled with void.
I am a fighter and was, or maybe have atleast tried to move on in life but the song played now, successfully refreshed my succumed wounds. Until today, the only thing that changed was that I have never been able to get close to anyone, for I feared that the ill-fate will repeat itself. But why was I, being weak now..
" You fine, Angel?
Let's talk later we can go back to the camp now."
I could see the worry and seriousness in his voice and with every ounce of strength I could master I replied,
"I'm fine.."
But for some reasons my body temperature was hotter than normal and sweat vaporing continuously in an unending manner.
I know for a fact that despite my pain, for the very first I could see through him, his helpless and lost feeling was evident. I wanted to scream and rejoice over my little victory but my whole body refused to move even an inch.
Brin, without a single word, put his arms around my neck over to my shoulders and gave me a piggy back. His back warmed my cold body and I could smell his fresh cologne smell while slowly feeling his fleshing muscle despite my pain. He, maybe, was taking me back to the camp, I wanted to ask him to let go off me but I blacked out and the only thing I could hear was,
"I just hope that my intuition does not fail me this time, you'll be fine, Angel."
The bright light awoken me, I opened my eyes to see the whitewashed wall, white screen with a strong phenyl smell. I realized I was lying in a hospital bed and I literally had no idea for how long I had been on that state.
As I slowly gained consciousness, I felt a tight squeeze in my hand, someone was seated on the chair but I did not have the strength to look, I felt weak, it was resting its head on my bed, and I heard....