I barely slept last night, since I couldn't fall asleep.

I was in a daze during all my classes, almost earning a scolding from my teachers. I couldn't concentrate on my work at all. I felt as though I were a robot, monotonously filling out the worksheets with any real consideration, since I knew the answers. During band, Celeste ignored me completely as usual, as I fought the urge to just walk over and ask her what she wanted to talk about. Band felt like the longest hour of my life, the wait was absolutely torturous.

The moment band ended, I packed up my stuff, ran to my dorm to drop it off, then sprinted towards the rooftop. As I made walked up the stairs to the rooftop, I nervously went over possible scenarios in my head. 

If she's there with a gang... I'll just see what they want. And if they try to beat me up, I'll run back down the stairs and go back to my dorm. If she's there alone.... then we'll just talk. See what she wants.

My train of thought was cut off as I reached the door to the rooftop. I checked my watch, it was only 2:34. 

I was 1 minute early.

I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, wondering once more whether this was the right decision or not. I calmed myself before slowly pushed open the door.

Celeste was there, standing on at the fence surrounding the rooftop. She was just as beautiful as the day I meet her, if not even more beautiful. She was wearing the normal uniform, with the short skirt. She was flawless in every aspect, and I couldn't help but admire her. 

She was leaning against the fence at the edge of the rooftop, and we were all alone. She had her back towards me, her hair windswept yet still perfect. 

I could feel the tension between us.

"So you came," She said flatly, without turning around.

"I did. So what was it that you wanted to talk about?" I walked a bit closer to her, with my hands in my trouser pockets.

"You haven't talk anyone about our past, have you?" She asked.

"No, I haven't," I had a feeling that the note might've been about this. There was nothing else she'd possibly want to talk to me about.

"Good. Make sure that things stay that way, or I'll have no problem making the rumor reality." 

Of course she included a threat. I expected nothing less.

"I know you don't, without a doubt. If this is all you called me up here for, then I'll get going now," I was fed up with her antics. Of course she'd make me wait a whole day, full of anticipation, then just tell me something that I already knew and hated. I made sure to make my annoyance clear in my tone.

I turned around, ready to leave.

"Wait," She called out.

I turned around, mildly surprised. What else did she want to say?

But what I certainly didn't expect, was the question she blurted out.

"Did you ever regret being friends with me?"

I must say, I really didn't see that one coming.

Was this a trick? Make me soften up talking about the so-called 'good old days' then pull some sort of stunt?

I was completely caught off guard.

But the way she said it, I could tell that she was being genuine. Or at least it seemed that she was.

So should I reply or just leave?

I doubt she'd do anything if I actually left; she'd already said what she needed to.

I wanted to answer her though, although I'm not sure why.

I thought about how I should reply.

Should I be bitter? Angry? Sarcastic? Or give her an honest answer?

I carefully considered all my choices before answering.

"No.. I never did... I enjoyed being friends with you, at least while it lasted..."

I could tell that she didn't expect that answer, from the way her body stiffened.

"You didn't? Even after everything?" She turned around, clearly melancholic.

It's been so long since I saw her up close.

She was truly the definition of beauty, every feature of her face perfect.

And those emerald eyes, just as intense as the day I met her. Although they were a bit watery. Or maybe I was imagining it, she couldn't possibly regret what she did... or did she?

"No..." My voice sounded hollow. This bought up quite a sore subject for both of us.

"You mean it?" Celeste's voice was soft, almost hopeful.

"Yes... But why are you asking me this? Why did you even ditch me?" I felt anger, sadness, and helplessness all at the same time. It showed in my voice too.

"I... I'm not sure." Celeste turned her back to me again, seeming wistful.

Did she regret breaking up our friendship? Did her parents force her to? 

Perhaps she didn't do it all on purpose... 

Or maybe it's all just wishful thinking. 

I still miss the days when we were just two kids, carefree and happy. But I really shouldn't be feeling that way. 

Not after everything. But I still couldn't help it. 

I missed her.

After the long pause, I sighed, and told her quietly, "I'm going to go now."

She didn't say anything, her long hair flowing in the gentle wind. 

I took one last look at her, knowing that the moment would end when I left. 

She looked so peaceful, almost angelic, yet I could sense her regret.

The door creaked slightly as I opened it, and closed silently.

I slowly trudged back to my room, feeling defeated. It was only 2:43, which meant that I still had some time to digest what she said before having class.

Maybe I should've just left, even though she'd told me to wait.

She was so confusing.

The way she acted, the way she talked, she was only ever like this when we'd still been young, and friends.

But we weren't friends anymore.

I was probably the only person who knew about this side of her, her soft side. She'd always act tough in front of others, and she had to, or she'd be picked on for wearing her heart on her sleeve. She couldn't afford to make any mistakes, or she'd pay for it dearly. 

People were watching her at all times, if she made one slip up, it would probably be on the front of the newspaper the next day. That was the type of pressure she had to endure each day.

Even though I'd never had that sort of pressure before, I could imagine how it feels.

She really shouldn't be acting that way. Not when we were enemies.

But she seemed so helpless, as though she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Did she not want us to be enemies anymore?

Does she want to repair our friendship?

I just don't get it.

I really don't.

But I wish I did.