Anah's P.O.V
Walking around the lake, I look back from the corner of my eye, I notice Quillion walking towards the oak tree and taking a seat under it, playing with the jasmines around him. Watching the lake with ease, I had never seen him this relaxed before.
I stop directly on the other side of the lake opposite to Quillion, I stand there for a minute, lost in thought. I look into the lake water, slowing bending down to get a closer look, with support from my knees.
It's beautiful, don't you think. I took in the beauty of it all, one bit at a time. It's like being lost in a fairytale place that I read in stories when I was a child.
In awe, I watch the clear water rippling into green as a leaf from the oak tree sways with the wind down to ground level. I guess the green must be a reflection of the plants underwater.
I find myself staring at my own reflection, watching or observing. I wasn't quite sure. There are dark circles under my eyes, my lips are a little chapped, and well you could sum it up. I didn't look like me, the me before the incident.
Am I regretting what I did that day?
"Don't you dare," I heard a stern voice from beside me catching me a little off guard. Looking up to my left, I find Quillion eyeing the Oak tree, in one hand he is holding a small bouquet of jasmine flowers while his other hand in his pocket. I wonder why he is helping me; I mean I know he called me his friend then, but that was because of the circumstances. Wasn't it?
"Oh. Hey. When did you get here?" I ask trying to change the subject because he knows. Looking away, back at the landscape in front of us, I wonder.
Am I that transparent?
"Do you feel any guilt?" he asks still gazing afar.
"No," I reply, watching another ripple take over the lake.
"Then you did nothing wrong," He said this time looking me right in the eyes. He was straight honest with me, not lies, no sympathy, no nothing that would tell me otherwise.
"Mmh," I nod as what he said sinks in. He is right, I have been so stupid, hovering over this for way too long. After all, there is no return policies in life decisions.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" I scream to the top of my lungs. My chest feels lighter, my lungs feel lighter and my heart feels happier.
"Time to go. Don't blame me if we show up late. You did the screaming. And people say I am dangerous," states Quillion before rolling his eyes, followed by a smirk because I lost my balance, fell on the grass, laughing.
Laughing so hard, hurt my stomach but it is the good kind of pain.
'Dangerous, he says'
"Now, aren't you silly. Well, lead the way," both of us hurry back to his bike, pop into our helmets as we are ready to go back to the cold classroom. Taking my seat behind him, not so conscious anymore, I hold on to him so that he won't worry about speeding.
On our way, down the road, I did some organizing of my thoughts, thinking through everything and next thing I know I am honestly alright.
Through the rest of the journey, I hold on to him, a little tighter, resting my head on his back to feel the kind of warmth I deserved, after a very long devastating week.
"Thank you, I really needed this," I whispered to Quillion as I get off his bike, removing the helmet. I don't know if he heard it, because I practically sprinted to class without giving him a second glance.
"Well I will see him in class, anyways," I tell myself, more like convince myself, as guilt filled my heart for leaving him behind.