I was sleeping soundly. My head rested on both of my hands.
My feet were freezing cold, they were stacked over each other.
Then, the spark of realization hit. I got up from the bed, and took in a big breath.
I checked my phone. It was 6 in the morning. I've been asleep for about 12 hours.
"What th-" I was in utter confusion, I don't remember going to bed. My head was pounding. My throat felt sore . I tried speaking but my voice came out raw
"Ah right , I cried myself to sleep"
I looked around the room, with my sleepy eyes, but it was dark. Maybe Edgar turned the light off.
I placed my foot on the cold white marble tiles . I tried to get up but failed, miserably.
That's when Edgar came in, he turned on the light and smiled when he saw me awake.
"You look tired, you ok?" he asked, in his American accent.
I shake my head slightly. Looking at the floor, and not at him. I am not sure I can look at him, and manage to not burst into tears.
He comes and sits beside me, and for a moment none of us speaks. We just sit there in silence.
He picks up the pink quilt laying on the bed behind him and gently places it on my shoulders. From his pockets,he pulls out a velvet grey ring box and places it on my palm.
I open it, it held a bewitching diamond ring.
I would have felt lucky, had I not known about his fiance(Ava) . What's worst than receiving a guilt gift? Especially when you are suffering from fever and shivering in cold because you cried yourself to sleep. I just stared at the ring with a blank face.
"You don't like it?" he said frowning.
I shake my head again, "I do", I lie. My vision became blurry, my throat hurting, my eyes burning. The thoughts replaying in my mind,
"I wish it was me" I said
"keep wishing he is taken" Ava replied
"What do you mean?" I asked
"He for sure has a girlfriend"
"I wish it was me"
"keep wishing he is taken"
Then the boy, I met in the lift. The way he leaned in and whispered something in my ear.
"Hey! You ok" he snapped his fingers before my eyes.
I came back to reality, "HUH?".
He looked worried, his hand on my shoulder and his eyes on mine. "You need to rest" he said, getting up.
I nodded twice.
And then he was gone.
I laid in the bed, and opened Tristan's phone.
There was a poem, named :
"The day I die"
It went like :
Emerge a Shadow, from a side
Will take me on a ride
Pass through the forgotten hill where memories once dwelled
Then the sorrow, screams and tears will swell
From the 1st breakdown to the last
Time will surely go fast
Liked I the sky,wanted to fly so high
In the restless journey, Forgot to breath and sigh
Now will rest beneath the ground
That will be my home, place where I will be found.
"That's for sure depressing" I say under my breath.
I opened his WhatsApp, the last message was to a person named "Mr. Someone"
The name was childish but the chats were not.
"You have been acting weird, what happened?" Mr. Someone messaged him.
Tristan: Nothing
Mr. Someone : Speak.
Tristan : I should have never trusted the living, let alone trust someone again.
Mr. Someone : who are you talking about?
Tristan : I don't think I will see the sun rise tomorrow.
Mr. Someone : But you promised that we will leave today, and see the sunrise from top of the mountains.
Tristan : Sorry...
The next day:
Mr. Someone : WHERE ARE YOU!
Mr. Someone: They say you were killed! Pick up my phone, stupid.
Mr. Someone: okay, so that's what you meant by the sunrise-
Mr. Someone : I will avenge you, I promise.
Mr. Someone: I can't find your this phone! It's powered off. So I'm just going to send this random message.