he found himself sitting by the window. its was dark, and raining outside. looking out of the window, streetlight stand lazily, casting an ghostly orange light on the dark pavement.
still shivering from the cold shower. he needed to chill his head off. the air-conditioner is set to 16 degrees celcius.
with his hands supporting his chin, he ignored the buzzing mosquito which is standing on his knuckles, ready to suck at his life forces. he gave the tiny creature a fierce stare. predictably, it cowarded away, leaving him unharmed. he wasnt even in mood to swat a mosquito.
he continued to gaze at the dark world out side...
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it was a tiring day. she lay at her comfortable bed. the sheets are newly washed and have a sweet and nice lavender smell. light blue blankets with pictures of underwater creatures lay beneath her body. it was her favorite bed sheet.
facing up, her eyes focus at the white ceilling while her mind is running at random direction. what's she thinking about?
homework lay opened on the edge of the bed. halfway done history homework due tomorrow. yet she's clutching her cell in her right palm on her chest.
why didn't he reply to my message?
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his cell rang and vibrated like a spinning top. he picked it up.
'you've got 7 unread messages'
he sighted, wondering why is she so relentless. it wasn't her fault yet she's punishing herself for it. he hit the cancel button and set his cell on the table, a few degrees off from where it was earlier.
it was a heavy rain. the sound of rain drops splashing on the street and roof is deafening. directly across the window, a branch from a tree has snapped and fell onto the center of the road, acting as a effective roadblock. the city council made no effort to clean up the mess.
the rain battered against the glass. making the illumination outside seem like blotches of glittering microorganisms. he can rarely see what's outside now, he shifted his gaze at the background picture of his deskstop. the heartening backview of a young pair holding hands. he chuckled, since when did this came here?
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cuddling against her pillow, she stared at her cell. no respond whatsoever for over ten minutes.
did i did something wrong? he always reply to my messages, even though he's in the shower...
a million similar question crossed her mind. smilling to herself, she replayed all the good times she had with him, memmorable laughs, pranks he managed to pull off just to cheer her up. he even got himself in the dicipline room last month for scaring her in the girl's room.
the smile on her face turned into a laugh. then quickly dissapeared. he changed recently, he became harder, not the person she used to know. time and time again she tried to pry him loose, to no avail. he even ignored an invitation to sneak into the multimedia room. they used to like doing tat. he would bring a movie and they would watch it there in the dark.
and last monday, it all changed....
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he couldn't keep thinking, is it the right thing to do? if that's the right thing to do, why should it hurt?
he felt agonizing, not being able to talk to her, to pull pranks and watch her blush in embaressment, to compete doing math homework. he wanted to go back to normal, but he can't, he just can't.
he knew this is the only way for him, her, them. this would happen sometime in the future, where it would hurt the most. he's just making it easier for both of them. he finds it better to think of it this way.
it was a jealous move. to act without caring about how she'll react to this. but if she knew about this, he knew she would never agree, that's why he acted alone. being cruel to himself instead of hurting her.
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she was rifling through an album. pictures of them having the time of their lives hang with hand-written captions. they looked happy and bright. pictures which dates back to 6 years ago, while they were entering the illusive world of teenager.
her mind ran back to the momment they first met, their first unofficial date, their first movie in the multimedia room, the first April fool together. they were all sweet memmories.
she found her eyes warm and moist.
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his cell rang and rattled again, it was a phone call. he impatiently grabbed it.
'pooh bear calling'
his finger hovered on the ignore button, hestitating. I've gotta do this, its the best for everyone. she'll thank me later and the cell silenced.
he took a deep breath, not noticing that his heart was beating faster than normal. he WAS excited he first got the call.
without warning he slammed his fist on the wall. the cry of pain from the nerve ending of his knuckles was overwhelming, yet he didn't even mumbled a curse.
I can do this, I can do this. Its the best for her. i just have to endure this till everything ends.
breathe in...
breathe out...
breathe in...
breathe out...
breathe in...
breathe out...
something vibrated, followed by a familliar tune. he opened his eyes.
'you've got 8 unread messages'
he cursed. why can't she just give it a rest!?
his finger slipped, he accidentaly hit the button read.
'pls, i miss u...'
