103Getting into my big empty house I realized that for once I was happy for the silence. There was no one to ask me what was wrong, why are my eyes puffy, and how the hell did I manage to black myself out for three days? It was just me and the silence.
That depressing thought made me break down again.
I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it…I knew he was too good to be true. I knew he was only going to last for a short while. Flopping on my bed I stared at the window that framed the beautiful sunset.
The sunset.
I always loved sunsets. The way the colour bled into each other and blended fascinated me. Too many of my sketchbooks are composed of that six letter word. Sunset. Adel reminded me of sunsets: the way his eyes change colour depending on his mood, the way his personality just blended together and made him who he is. I vowed to myself that I would get him in the end, that I would be the only one he loves. And he did.
Only for a bet.
Tears were still leaking from my eyes but were slowly disappearing. Still staring at the sun setting I wondered if I can still be with him. Did he hurt me so badly that I never look at his face, hear his voice, and touch him how I long to do? Reevaluating what he said in the hospital the reason why he did agree to the bet was because it gave him a reason to get close to me. Did that make any sense?
As much I really didn't want it to it just did. We're talking about Adel here. And then there's me. If it wasn't for the bet, would we have ever met, talked, chilled? Would have I had the chance to love him? For him to like me back?
But despite the fact that it seems wrong in all ways, despite how a girl should never be treated this way, should ever be used I still love him. I still effing love him. And I swear if I didn't love him, I'd kill him for loving him.
Just then I hear my phone ring, my favourite Mariana's Trench song reserved just for him. And since I'm so confused and mad I just wanted to piss SOMEONE off. Instead of 'missing' the call (like the last 15 times) I actually picked up.
And hung up before he even got past "hi".
I feel guilty right after. Like really guilty. But it's his fault I'm a cold-hearted person so I'm deeply satisfied. He uses me to win a bet, I use him to see if my cell phone can close and open properly—an eye for an eye. I decide that I needed to clear my head of all this because if this truly didn't bother me, I wouldn't be bothering to bother him. So slipping on a pair of jeans and a sweater I headed out the door to take a nice long walk.
GREAT. Just shitting great. The ONE day I decide to wear my ONLY white sweater, is that same day that the old man on my street that goes for a walk every afternoon DECIDES TO FINALLY BRING HIS CANE. Not only do I wait forever for the lame monkey to walk by, I get splashed with mud as his cane repeatedly hits the scattered puddles.
I'm still amazed at how his skinny bamboo cane managed to cause big enough splashes to reach my shirt.
I can't help thinking how all of it is just a tad cute, in a pathetically awkward sort of way, and let the old man hobble along. I gave him a bit of nudge to help him along his way. [Insert smile here].
Just as I'm crossing the path that'll lead me to the park that Adel first told me he liked me, I notice him. He was behind me. Casually paced, carefully distanced. He was following me.
I've locked myself away from civilization for three day. Eyes red, puffy and swollen was the way my best friend barged into my room. Wide eyes like the horror films the first words he utters at me is,
"Shit guy you look like shit."
"Gee," I say standing up, "Thanks for noticing."
We stand there for a while just looking at each other, that was until Vincent decided to pull a fast one on me, punching me in the eye.
"YOU EFFIN MOFO, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"
Crouching at my fallen form he hissed, "That's for not tell me you're dating my baby sis, and also for breaking her heart."
As he mentioned that tears started to fall again and no matter how hard I tried to man up, it didn't work. My best friend though didn't desert me, he held me. Seconds and minutes passed as I cried over my friend's nice T-shirt me breaking down even more when words and actions replayed over and over again in my mind. Vincent now looked at my messy face; tears still swimming in my eyes making me feel like a lost boy in the world.
"Go and win her back."
He's not mad. He's not mad. He's not mad?
Looking up at him I saw the reassurance that I needed; the backing up from my best friend that'll help me get back on my two feet; doing so I pulled him up and into a fierce hug.
Whispers were exchanged, "Thanks man."
"Any day Adel, any day."
That's how I found myself going to Randa's house but noticed she was walking already walking on the street. It was as if she knew my presents from a 20 meter radius. She started running.
And I had no choice but to follow her.
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