Eita's POV
I had always liked her, in all of her self and in all of her ways. She is my favorite person, my savior, my goddess, my reason for living, my everything.
It started back in college. I was new at that time, confused around the new campus. I anxiously walked by the pathway, checking for the multi-purpose hall. I saw her sitting by the stairs, she had a gold pin by her necktie, meaning a higher year than me. Her hair was as black as the dark sky, tied in a neat pony tail. She was deeply engaged in her phone with an attached black earphone. A tear fall from her eyes. She gently wipe it off with her handkerchief.
"Excuse me, Miss?" I gently tap her arm with my finger to get her attention. She look at me with that subtle blue eyes, as blue as the ocean during the summer. Pretty. I feel my face getting flushed red. She removed her earphones and talked to me, "yes?" It was soft and angelic. I covered my face, "can you tell me where the multi-purpose hall is?" "It is upstairs, fourth floor in the main building," she replied. "...I-- I don't know where the main building is," I was getting more nervous. What would I do if she gets annoyed at me. "From here, you walk towards the left then you will see the field on the right... go left by the volleyball court and then..." She stood up, I flinched almost losing my balance, but I hold on the railing in time. I was expecting her to yell at me. "You know what... Do you want me to take you there?" "Yes please," I blushed, looking above her. "Follow me," she went down the stairs and I follow behind her. I noticed she was shorter than me, about an average height. She was just on a higher flooring at the stairs. Although I dont really mind how tall she is and I couldn't care less. She was quiet but I like her company. It made me less nervous, and conscious about the crowd. I want to ask why she was crying but it might be rude to ask.
"Here we are," she told me. I wish it was further. "Thank you very much!" I want to hold her hand but I bowed instead. "Just go upstairs, fourth floor. Watch your steps, okay?" She was so caring. "Can I know your name, Miss?" I at least have to know. "Sol." Is it that she doesn't trust me? "What about yours?" I immediately replied. "Eita Grand, First Year, Engineering Course." I was surprised as well on what I blurted out, covering my face. There was a long silence. Was she weirded out? "Solange Martin," she gave a small smile. "But I prefer to be called Sol. Then, see you." She told me 'see you'? So we will be seeing each other again? There will be a next time?
She was a simple lovely woman. She was quiet, mostly spending time alone or with a small group of friends. She is probably unaware but, she is admired by other students. I mean, why not? She is pretty. She is kind. She is passionate in what she does. We rarely meet due to different schedules but everytime I would see her in the hallway, my heart would skip a beat. I try to greet her everytime, and my serotonin boosts whenever she greets back. Sometimes, we have small talks. I thought I was going to explode when her friends invited me over to eat lunch with them. I was happy to die the next day when we added each other on Line. The butterflies in my stomach would get wild whenever her messages would pop. I want to hug her whenever we would walk home together in the campus, and she is there in front of me. It was an honor to hold unto her snacks while she ties her shoes. People hate Mondays, because weekends are over. But I love Mondays, since we eat lunch together every Monday. I just wish Mondays never ends. I am happiest the most whenever I am with her.
I had memorized her silhoutte like the back of my hand. She mostly keeps her hair in a ponytail since she said she had a messy hair. But when she let it loose, I still see her as beautiful as before. I had memorized her favorite outfits whenever we would go out together in the weekends with her friends. The air always smells like a floral garden whenever she is around. I was so obsessed that I feel like drowning in the air if its not her that I am sensing. I want her close to me, and I don't want to let go. This feelings inside of me grew day after day, after day. I keep falling.
I love seeing her happy, and I know what makes her happy. Funny memes, puppies, kittens, foods, comedic movies, cute plushies, just really simple things. It was not that hard. I know she is genuine to the people she trusts... but sometimes there is a pain in her smiles, in the way she laughs. As if she is tired, and maybe lonely. I don't want to invade her personal space, so most of the time I just stayed, so she won't feel alone. I want her to know that she can have me. I'll go to her, whenever, wherever and help in whatever I can.
It was lonely when she graduated. Of course, we kept in touch. She worked nearby for a while, we go on regular coffee with her friends. But soon after she suddenly moved abroad, I would call her regularly, making sure she was alright. It was suffocating not to feel her around. I should have stole her clothes when she was around so I won't die. Maybe, I should have just tied her so she wouldn't have to left. But that would be terrible. I want to be with her, I was willing to drop off of college and live as her neighbor, working part time wherever. She insisted for me to finish my course and suggested for me to work in the same company as her. It became my inspiration until it arrives at an expiration date.
She suddenly was supposed to moved back to the city. She didn't told anyone when she was arriving at the airport. All of the connection we have on her was not coming through. As if deactivated. I was really restless at that time, and decided to go to the airport. I asked the admin to check for her, but they insisted it was confidential my ass, and I am not a relative or some shit and even got kicked out. Pathetic. Screw that airport and all of its employees. I sat near the main door and just hope for the best. Hopefully, she haven't arrived yet. I'll wait for months if I have to. I was so angry.
Sniff. Sob. Sob. A lady was sat on the cold concrete floor, covering her face crying. The hair strands, they were familiar. I leaned in to touch her hair, in order to see her face. She was startled slapping my hand away, and for a glimpse I saw her. "Miss Sol? How long have you been here?" How badly I want to hug her. God, you made me worried. "What are you doing here?" Her voice cracked. "That doesn't matter. Come with me," I grabbed her arm, making her stand up. "I--" She was firmly standing on the ground but her hands were shaking. I looked at her. Those ocean eyes were spilling water. Her face was covered in sweat and tears. Her nose were dripping. I cupped her face wiping her face with the sleeves of my jacket. "It is alright, Miss Sol. I got you." "But.." I don't like this very much. What the fuck had happened while she was away? "I'm sorry..." she whispered. Is it because of the frown I was wearing all this time? "No, don't be. Fuck. I don't even have a handkerchief. You can blow on my shirt for all I care." I frustratingly offered. Should I take it off? "It's okay," she said. "It is not," I removed my jacket giving it to her. "Use it... and stay," I stepped away, deciding to come back. "Please stay, wait for me, please," I hold on her shoulder. She gave a nod. I'll hold unto your word.
I left to buy water for her, and maybe some bread. She looked pale and dehydrated. Was she there for days? Weeks? Months? I rushed back. And thank God she didn't left. She was hugging my jacket, her face buried in it. Calm down, heart. I was happy when I saw her after all this time, but seeing the state she was in enraged me. I am so sorry, Sol... "Water?" I offered, opening the cap of the bottle. She has seemed to calmed down a bit taking a sip. Can I hug you now? I took a drink as well. I want to hug her. Fuck. Fuck. But can I? "D-do you want me to drive you home?" I offered but she shake her head. "Err... How about I lend you my phone? Call Emma or any of your girlfriends?" There was a long silence. "I mean your homegirls... friends, Emma, Sarah, Selena, or the Green twins?" I offered to lend her a phone to call anyone but she refused as well. Of course, I can't leave her. "Follow me?" I asked gently. "Where?" "Well, I-- just trust me?" I scratched the back of my neck while the other was offering her. "You can't stay here forever, you know?" She took my hand. "I'll be hugging you now. Tell me if you are uncomfortable." She gave a small nod. Was that a fucking yes?! I gulped and pulled her close.
"I miss you." So much.