On a cloudless sunny day at the end of a certain spring, a young man was paddling his bike happily on the neighborhood not that far away from his own housing area.

His lips formed a wide smile that looks as bright as the sun. The the pair of glittering doe-like-eyes were sparkling with happiness, and his pale coloured cheeks was flushed red, both from the sun, his pedalling feet and his beating heart.

He turned right at an intersection and slowed down when he spotted the familiar two story house with a well cared garden he visited often this past few weeks.

Although his relationship with one of the residents in the said house was a bit awkward nowadays, the person he wants to meet is the only thing that filled his mind at the moment.

He stopped in front of the white fenced house and leaned his bike on the fence, then walked past the unlocked gate and stepped on the stone pathway towards the house entrance door with a bit of nervousness and excitement.

No matter how much time he spent beside him, he still wasn’t able to diminishing the flowering feelings he felt right now; the nervousness, the fluttering little butterflies in his stomach, not to mention the bits of memories from a few days ago that that makes his face that’s already flushed pink become a few shades redder.

For the love struck him, every time feels like the first time.

He stepped on the ‘Welcome’ doormat that was placed on the ground neatly and rubbed his slightly muddy shoes on the mat. He smoothed his clothes a bit and patted the invisible dust around his t-shirt and faded blue jeans and wiped some traces of sweat on his face from the heat and raised his hand to rang the bell, but before his finger touched the button, he stopped midway and hurriedly running his fingers on his hair, trying to fix the not-so-obedient curly hair—without a satisfying result.

Letting go of his ‘after tornado like’ hair with a sigh, he inhaled a deep breath and exhaled it, calming himself and at least trying to not make his excitement overly obvious, then he make sure to put a smile on his face.

He raised his hand to rang the bell again, but before he was able to press it this time, the door opened and the person he wants to meet was standing stiffly in front of him.

He was a little flustered because the young man opened the door so suddenly, but he quickly shook it off and greeted him warmly with a sweet smile on his face.

The young man that’s still gripped the door handle does not answered his greeting nor smiling back at him like he usually did, and only looked at him with an unreadable expression.

Felling confused with the older boy unusual expression, he felt that something was wrong and began to have a bad premonition from the silence. After a long minute standing awkwardly in front of the door, he then decided to be the one to break the silence and asks if something was wrong, but the boy started talking before he manage to said a word, and the words that he said made his blood turns cold.

He talked unhurriedy, forming his sentence carefully as if afraid that the ashen faced boy in front of him wouldn’t be able understand it fully without showing any expression on his face. His words was not harsh, but it pierced right through the stunned boy’s heart on the spot. Cracks after cracks appeared on his heart as the words keep flowing from the older boy's mouth.

The last sentence he said was the final blow that shattered his heart completely.

“Let’s not meet anymore.”

After saying that, he closed the door in front of him, leaving the boy speechless and frozen in place. His mouth kept on opening and closing, trying to make out some words long after he leaves him on the porch by himself, but the only sounds he can make is some soft hitched noises.

He stands in front of the closed door, not knowing what to make from the new feeling bubbling inside his whole body, but it hurt as much—and even greater than he’d ever feel before.

His eyes burning painfully, as the liquid that’s pooling on his lower eyelids was threatening to fall at any second.

The world looks blurry and unfocused; disorienting, because of the tears and his grieving heart.

He steps back slowly, and then he takes another before turned around and running past the open gate and forgetting the bicycle that was leaning on the fence outside.

His tears finally fallen down from the shaking like a broken dam, spilling all the water its hold, wetting his now even paler cheeks.

Gone the sunny smile and blushing boy from a few moment ago.

Now he is just a little teenage boy with a completely shattered heart.

He runs and runs, shutting up his mind and emotions from the now ever gray world.

He only wanted to go back to his safe haven, where he can be shielded from the painful feelings that squeezing his whole being tightly—painfully.

Not knowing about the two pair of eyes that has been watching the boy’s back silently from the windows of the two story house with a well kept garden where he lose his love before.