We all gather in my best friend's house. Almost half of the class is here, busy with their own project and people having argument, a few listen. One, two hours I waited but he is still not here. Where is he I wonder...I keep calling on his phone but I hear no answer, it finally off after hundreds of missed call. I was worried like hell.
Outside, the wind blows so hard, the trees seem like they're dancing. The sky is still the sky but I don't like color it shows us. Dark grey and more grey. Is he still coming? Maybe he went home. Maybe he don't want to be here. But he promised me he'll come, he promised me.
I hear the thunder shouted and then replied. Nice, now the sky is singing a terrible song. I lock myself at my best friend's room to avoid people, I can't think about anything else but him. I keep asking if anyone seen him, if he tells at least someone that he may not coming. But nobody knows, nobody seems to care anyway, and it drives me totally insane. Where is he?
The rain is finally pouring down. So hard. Too much.
The sky is crying madly crazy. I wonder if I could cheer it up cause he is probably still out there and this storm is too scary.
I cuddle myself under the blanket. I face the wall and stare at it 10 minutes straight, wishing he was fine, and hoping he is still coming here cause I want him. I want him bad cause he promised me. And promises aren't suppose to be broken, right? He suppose to be here. He needs to be here. A tear coming out from my eye, 'I miss him', I whisper, but the wall doesn't reply back.
His phone is still off. He probably avoiding me. Am I make mistakes? Maybe I shouldn't hit his shoulder that hard at school, maybe I was acting rusty, and he didn't like it. He is not coming, he broke his promise, I feel my heart slowly tearing down, me falling apart but the others are laughing contagiously until the frame in this room shakes a little. I shouldn't be here, I should be out there, pretending to be happy, but I couldn't, you know. At some point, I just can't fake things up. I'm not that good at being a social actress.
My eyes closed. I'm gonna let myself fall asleep cause my head starting to ache, until someone yells his name out loud. I aghast and run to the window, hoping I might see him there, and I relief, it's him. It's him! I burst to the living room and there he is, standing there with the hair down.
I giggled.
'asshole, I was worried as hell, you killed me,', my heart shouted, but my mouth say none. I do nothing but smiled. He explain why he was late but I couldn't hear clearly because he is standing there. My brain is not working well whenever he is around. I realize his uniform is all wet and he is shivering. Without thinking, I ask a towel and a dry t-shirt from my best friend. After that, he sees me standing ten feets away. He puts down his bag and comb his wet hair with his hand. I give him the towel and ask him to change the uniform but he refuse. I insist cause he might catch a cold and I don't want that happen, I won't let that happen. But he still refuse until I gave up. He said he'll be fine and he doesn't want to stay in teh living room with the others cause he is tired after taking long walk to get here.
I offered him to take a rest in my best friend's room, the room I used to mourn before he came. Surprisingly, he nodd. I show him the room and he enters, the air conditioner is pretty cold and he shiver even more. He asks me to accompany him. This time, I'm the one who nodd. I sit at the edge of the bed and he lay all over it. He exhale, I inhale, we finally alone.
"I'm tired,"
"I know,"
"Sorry I didn't answer your call, I couldn't reach my phone while walking under the heavy rain."
"Yeah, doesn't matter anymore. I just hope you texted me before, at least tell me that you're coming late so I won't be so worried."
"I didn't expect myself to be late."
Silence for a moment until he moves closer. "I could use a little warmth, you know."
I'm not sure what I suppose to do, cover him in blanket is just gonna make it wet and my best friend is going to be mad at me, so I cover his tip toe with mine. "A little warmth," I whisper.
He do the thing like holding my tip toe back, like we are holding hands but with our feet. I know, it sounds weird, it is weird honestly, but who cares? The warmth is coming up to my cheeks and suddenly to my whole body. Warm, warmer, and I am burning to his presence.
Thank god he is here. Thank god he is okay. Cause I don't know what to do if he isn't. I don't know if I could breath this easy and the sky will be this bright. This day is such a beautiful day, not only beautiful but also memorable. I promise myself that I will forever remember this day, I will memorize this warmth and this feeling I feel. The sound of the rain and the coldness of air conditioner. You and your stupid act. Me and my ego. We are special, I know we are. April 17, whatever happens it'll come back to this day, as a reminder for the future, of things that we have.
"I'm going to mark this day as our day." I say to myself, I'm not sure he hears that. "April 17, this memory, you and me, I hope we can be forever," my silly little sense telling me to put my hope high. I love him and I won't let anything bad happen to him, that's all I know.
That's all I know. That's all I do.
