Maybe it was the fact that I never cared for anyone that people always hated me. They say I looked down upon them and thought I was better than everyone else. If they only knew the truth. I'm a selfish coward who hates to be alone. How could I become friends with someone I barely knew, it baffled me to no end.
Calling him and inviting him to the movies every weekend, working quietly at the mall and wondering how he was feeling during recovery. The more you realize you're spending so much time with him, the weaker it makes you. Suddenly I was devoting all of my time to thoughts about him or spending time with him.
We met only when it was convienent for him after all. He'd text me or call me at some odd hour of the day asking to see me. He'd always talk in this hushed tone like he was unsure to keep taking me away from whatever I was doing.
I stopped my thoughts hearing my cellphone buzz. I checked it.
"Hey are you busy? I'd like to go for a walk with you. I'm at the south side of the park by the lamp."
I read it in my mind and nodded before closing my cellphone and hung up my apron. Cleaning wasn't my thing, and nor was cooking for my co-workers.
"I'm going." I called to my boss. He turned to look at me, probably to tell me to stay but just waved his hand. I clocked out with the machine and left the department store and started down the street.
He'd wait for me for a good three hours at that spot before deciding to leave. I know this because one day I couldn't get off work and arrived after three hours and he was still just standing by the lamp waiting for me with his hands in his pockets. Some days he'd wait in the pouring rain and I'd come to him to see him soaking wet.
Today wasn't like that. A cool breezed sunset from the hot day. It was summer vacation, nearly two months after meeting him. I walked up to him dressed in jeans and my dark red pullover shirt with my jean jacket.
He smiled at me softly and turned toward the path. Once I was next to his side we started walking together. We didn't speak for a while, like always.
"Did you like that movie?" I asked finally.
He nodded. "It was funny. Can we go see a thriller next?"
"I think there's one coming out Sunday." I said with a nod.
We were so impersonal. We hadn't even asked for ages, or names, or anything like that. It was starting to bug me, but just as I thought that he stopped walking and looked up to the sky.
I stopped, turning to look and him and then my gaze went up. We'd been walking for so long I hadn't notice the sun went down and the bright stars came out. It was a rare sight, the bright line of stars across the sky.
"Pretty." he said in awe.
I nodded with a soft "Mm-hmm" from my throat.
He looked to me and then me to him. He frowned and looked down, fiddling his feet into the cement. "Hey...?"
"What?" I asked. I hit myself mentally, as I came off sounding overly rude.
He didn't respond to my tone other than his voice going quieter. "Just wondering... What's your name?"
"Yoru." I answered. In such a simple relationship, names hardly matter. Just phone numbers and liking each other's company.
"Want to know mine?" he asked softly.
I shrugged. "I want you to tell me when you feel like I should know your name."
He looked to me surprised.
"I'd like a name to the phone number sure, but if you don't want me to know then I'll just leave it as 'Friend' in my cellphone." I continued.
"Geno..." he answered softly.
"Geno?" I asked, making him look up to me.
"Let's go to the beach tomorrow." I said with a smile. "The sun'll do you some good." He blinked clueless for a moment before smiling.
I held my arm to him and he took a soft hold of my jacket's sleeve and we started walking again.
Such a simple relationship, I thought. But it was good and calm. Silently enjoying each other's company. Silently relying on the other to be there for support without ever having to say anything. We fit together so perfectly, like we were born to find each other and match.
But like all things, the pattern has to stop sometime.
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