I sat by myself in a dark room facing my window that brought in a vague Friday sundowner. I gave up a long while back. Today the note repeated itself."You thought"
Park completely forgot about me. I haven't talked to anyone else besides Ricky. Honestly, I owed her an apology. As the city lights illuminate, my enthusiastic charisma dims.
A dark void fills my whole body. I have been staring at the note Moly gave me for what feels like an eternity. It dawned on me that even it is not enough time to figure out the mystery. I completely lost my mind.
I came to two conclusions. Either they are two or more people involved or one mastermind who is determined to bring me in ruins. My phone hasn't buzzed in minutes. Only reminded me of my loneliness. Finally-, I check my phone. I scroll through my contacts-. However -, one particular number draws me in. I was in a state where my emotions became unknown to the beholder.
J-Parks name written in bold. He used to be my last resort. He was right 'life does not revolve around me' So forth came the conclusion. Left him in his world as I lived in mine.
My time was commemorated to the ghosts in my head. I know, know that she is Miller - she wrote the note and sadly passed. But still who else might be writing the notes. Investigations by handwriting rendered useless. Every single note was written via technology then printed before reaching my premises.
The infamous "find me" signature was ever calligraphed in the same manner. I plan to move but a sudden reminder told me of the impossible trick I tried to fulfill. The notes haunted me everywhere. The foxy owner of the notes knew where I dwelled, who I met not to mention that he knew my every step. Possibly making it an impossible play.
The sun descended. Therefore paving way for the vast city lights to shine. In my room was pure darkness. I crossed my legs and played a tune to calm down my head. A song from way back when I had no worries but lived forever young.
I dozed off holding my champagne glass and a tear descending my cheeks. Here I had a knock from my door. I picked myself up with my lofty hair and crusty appearance to open the door. Surely, I didn't care what anyone thought of me.
"Day how was your day, Day " And there stood a cheerful Renèè in his hoody. "What's wrong can I make your day"
Clueless about my action I close in for a hug. I closed in for the warm embrace in hopes of taking my sadness away. It hit me and with no absolute reason I send him away.
His persistence was spot on. After relentless knocking and calling out for my name- he decides to approach me in a different manner.
"Day, love yourself, Don't be so selfless. There are subsist moments when you set boundaries. There are also times to tell the closest to you what you feel. Hence the definition of friends."
I stood behind the door. Soaking in his words.
"Thank you" I was ready to open the door.
Slight uncertain gratitude came from the other side of the door.
"Figured that I'll find you in here. How are you Sabi?"
Outside stood Park in his Innocence. His presence reminded me of the apology I owned him . Indeed it was hard task . A task easier said than done. So I stood fore him. In attempts of making an apology . Ironically ,my hands did my mouth's work .As a result ,I ended up portraying a fool .
My stutters added to the commotion. It then runs to my head ,Why not abandon the idea and move on with the running time? Probably he had already dug up the conversation. He had started a fresh and left me behind.
I swallowed sand .Moreover chocked on my words whenever I tried to speak. His hug was heartfelt. Nevertheless free of charge. I caught him red - handed peeking inside my home. Through his reflective eyes ,I spotted a light room with barely anything but necessary essential' s for the daily basis.
He glares at my face. The réalisation hit me. A foreigner stood firmly in his cornea. He comes in for another cuddle .I needed it.
His exact words "May it be your pleasure to join me in a stroll around the neighborhood"
I fixed my whole appearance. Grabbed my coat.And made sure to snuggle in my skirf.
"You look purple. Tell me, What's bothering your head." He asked.
I had no intention of responding in a harsh tone. However, I wasn't deceiving.
"Everything around me tumbles in the mere touch of my palm "
He somewhat looks at me in bewilderness. His expression later changes to concern. But before he could anything to his sentence I felt his heart beat synchronize to mine. Undoubtedly ,his head went as far as to come up with a question. "Why not entrust me to your secrets " As if to say that we've been inseparable for a while. What devil is driving you away?
He held my hand and swang it front to back .Pulled me in for another soft -undeserving hug. Finally he says,"Don't say that "(he lifts my hand while holding it) In his quirky chuckle he tries to explain," Have I tumbled? "
I sat on a railing facing the park's lane. Hence having an over view of the sparkling lake under the blood moon. He stands next to me and drops a philosophy.
"Take for instance, the wave. It is brought by disturbance travelling through space time.A wind-driven wave is caused by the friction between the wind and the surface of the water. The continual disturbance of the wind resolves to a wave crest. Compare it to your problems. Once the wave hits the surface water - The water becomes calm. Similar to the way troubles come and go"
His hug comforted me for the rest of the night.