Real Good - Ch2
It looks as though you're letting go
You stood up without a word, buttoned up your shirt and pants, but still not a single word from you.
I pulled up the white blanket to cover my still bare flesh as I moved to a sitting position to grab your hand before you were out of my reach. “Die.”
You turned around. It was one of your simple actions that lightened up my day, and this time, it just did.
I felt a little hope rise up my system the moment you looked at me. But then, the longer I held your gaze, the clearer the message got. I let go of your hand and of you, but I could never let go of our memories.
You left, not saying a thing for you knew that I knew. We had known it all along.
And if it's real
I tore myself away from the desk and pointed the pen I was holding on my chin as if to emphasize that I was thinking. “Hey, how do you know if it’s true love or not?” I asked out of the blue.
You lifted your head and placed down the newspaper. “What kind of question is that?” You chuckled sarcastically.
I had to fight the urge to throw you the pen for I was really desperate for an answer for an unknown reason. “I didn’t ask you to ask a question.” I glared at you half-heartedly.
You sighed, knowing I wasn’t backing down without an answer. You then scratched your head and seemed to be confused as well. “I’m not exactly sure but, when everything feels so right and you just couldn’t care about anything else?”
“Is that really an answer? Or are you throwing back the question?” I raised an eyebrow, not really expecting a better answer from you.
“Hmm…” You hummed and I didn’t quite like your tone. “Are you in love?”
I knew it! I huffed and gave you a mocking glare. “Are you kidding me? With you by my side all the time, I don’t have time to fall in love, or more like, I have no chance to fall in love.” I said in one go as if it was the most natural thing to say at the moment.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You glared, pretending to be offended.
Well I don't want to know
“Oh Toshiya! You wouldn’t believe me!” You blurted out as soon as you spotted me on the couch in our practice room. Surprisingly, we didn’t come to practice together like we always did.
“You’re right, I don’t.” I sarcastically snapped back as a smile escaped my lips.
You sat beside me and hit my left leg with your right one. “Come on! Don’t spoil my story.”
I playfully covered my ears as if to block your voice. “I don’t want to listen! Or more like, I don’t need to.” I looked you in the eye mockingly just so I could roll my eyes.
“But it’s different this time unlike the last girl I dated. She-”
“She was quite a catch. And the S-line! So damn perfect.” I finished the sentence for you. “I’ve even lost count of the times you told me this, Die. Honestly, you should start dating seriously.”
You pouted that pout you learned from me.
“Stop doing that!” I slapped your arm. “It’s not working.”
“But then, if I decided to settle down, my girl friend would be jealous of you, don’t you think so?”
“And now you’re blaming me for being a player.” I rolled my eyes as though I was offended.
“Maybe?” You grinned that grin of yours I learned to love.
I huffed. “Fine! Find yourself a girlfriend for all I care!” I turned my head away from you in a snappy manner.
“Not until you find yours”
Don't speak
Finally. The day I had been waiting for, or more like, the moment I had been dreading for god-knows-how long.
The door clicked, making me raise my head, which was previously sprawled on the table for some reason I had forgotten since I heard the sound.
The keyhole had finally met its spare key, once again. I couldn’t help being happy for them, but envy wasn’t for me to deny for I knew full well, that the keyhole and its keys were made for each other.
That very second, I didn’t mind being just another keyhole if I knew you were the key. But then, life was never a fantasy where we could be what we wanted to. It was rather the opposite for fate had interfered more than it had to, leaving people without a choice but follow through the path it had engraved.
Uninvited or not, you walked inside. You found me in an instant as though you slapped me in the face with the fact that you knew me too well. That mere fact made me even more vulnerable than I already was.
The next thing I heard was the key against the glass table, tearing me away from my redundant thoughts. “We-”
As the first word escaped your mouth, I immediately stop you with a choked “Don’t!” I only had a glimpse of your hand as you set the key down the table. I need not to see anymore of you just to make things harder for me to handle when you leave. So I had decided I’d rather not see you at all, not in my house with the walls painted with your memories.
“We need to-”
“Just go!” I spat out. There wasn’t even a -we- to begin with.
I know just what you're saying
My face was red in anger. My hair was messy out of frustration. I pulled my hair once more, finding nothing in your flat to vent my anger on. “How could he!” I greeted my teeth.
“What happened?” You asked casually, knowing it was better off that way.
“I’m telling you! He freaking hates me!” My hands balled into fist on my sides and I had to fight not to give in to the stomp of my feet that I could feel was coming. I didn’t want to be named childish, not for the nth time.
“Any proof?”
I moved my arms and hands frantically as if to help me explain. “When he looked at me, he was as if -he was telling me that I’m like -when I do what he tells me to - he would-”
You nodded your head and scooted closer to wrap me in a loose embrace as you pat my head. “Point taken.”
I wasn’t supposed to be happy when you treated me like a kid, again, but, the mere thought of you understanding me to that extent did wonders to my unpleasant mood. I stayed wrapped around your arms, finding it a little more comforting than it should be. As much as I enjoyed that feeling, I feared it.
A/N: Some things are better left vague for aesthetics' sake. I'm sorry if you find the time line confusing.
You stood up without a word, buttoned up your shirt and pants, but still not a single word from you.
I pulled up the white blanket to cover my still bare flesh as I moved to a sitting position to grab your hand before you were out of my reach. “Die.”
You turned around. It was one of your simple actions that lightened up my day, and this time, it just did.
I felt a little hope rise up my system the moment you looked at me. But then, the longer I held your gaze, the clearer the message got. I let go of your hand and of you, but I could never let go of our memories.
You left, not saying a thing for you knew that I knew. We had known it all along.
And if it's real
I tore myself away from the desk and pointed the pen I was holding on my chin as if to emphasize that I was thinking. “Hey, how do you know if it’s true love or not?” I asked out of the blue.
You lifted your head and placed down the newspaper. “What kind of question is that?” You chuckled sarcastically.
I had to fight the urge to throw you the pen for I was really desperate for an answer for an unknown reason. “I didn’t ask you to ask a question.” I glared at you half-heartedly.
You sighed, knowing I wasn’t backing down without an answer. You then scratched your head and seemed to be confused as well. “I’m not exactly sure but, when everything feels so right and you just couldn’t care about anything else?”
“Is that really an answer? Or are you throwing back the question?” I raised an eyebrow, not really expecting a better answer from you.
“Hmm…” You hummed and I didn’t quite like your tone. “Are you in love?”
I knew it! I huffed and gave you a mocking glare. “Are you kidding me? With you by my side all the time, I don’t have time to fall in love, or more like, I have no chance to fall in love.” I said in one go as if it was the most natural thing to say at the moment.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You glared, pretending to be offended.
Well I don't want to know
“Oh Toshiya! You wouldn’t believe me!” You blurted out as soon as you spotted me on the couch in our practice room. Surprisingly, we didn’t come to practice together like we always did.
“You’re right, I don’t.” I sarcastically snapped back as a smile escaped my lips.
You sat beside me and hit my left leg with your right one. “Come on! Don’t spoil my story.”
I playfully covered my ears as if to block your voice. “I don’t want to listen! Or more like, I don’t need to.” I looked you in the eye mockingly just so I could roll my eyes.
“But it’s different this time unlike the last girl I dated. She-”
“She was quite a catch. And the S-line! So damn perfect.” I finished the sentence for you. “I’ve even lost count of the times you told me this, Die. Honestly, you should start dating seriously.”
You pouted that pout you learned from me.
“Stop doing that!” I slapped your arm. “It’s not working.”
“But then, if I decided to settle down, my girl friend would be jealous of you, don’t you think so?”
“And now you’re blaming me for being a player.” I rolled my eyes as though I was offended.
“Maybe?” You grinned that grin of yours I learned to love.
I huffed. “Fine! Find yourself a girlfriend for all I care!” I turned my head away from you in a snappy manner.
“Not until you find yours”
Don't speak
Finally. The day I had been waiting for, or more like, the moment I had been dreading for god-knows-how long.
The door clicked, making me raise my head, which was previously sprawled on the table for some reason I had forgotten since I heard the sound.
The keyhole had finally met its spare key, once again. I couldn’t help being happy for them, but envy wasn’t for me to deny for I knew full well, that the keyhole and its keys were made for each other.
That very second, I didn’t mind being just another keyhole if I knew you were the key. But then, life was never a fantasy where we could be what we wanted to. It was rather the opposite for fate had interfered more than it had to, leaving people without a choice but follow through the path it had engraved.
Uninvited or not, you walked inside. You found me in an instant as though you slapped me in the face with the fact that you knew me too well. That mere fact made me even more vulnerable than I already was.
The next thing I heard was the key against the glass table, tearing me away from my redundant thoughts. “We-”
As the first word escaped your mouth, I immediately stop you with a choked “Don’t!” I only had a glimpse of your hand as you set the key down the table. I need not to see anymore of you just to make things harder for me to handle when you leave. So I had decided I’d rather not see you at all, not in my house with the walls painted with your memories.
“We need to-”
“Just go!” I spat out. There wasn’t even a -we- to begin with.
I know just what you're saying
My face was red in anger. My hair was messy out of frustration. I pulled my hair once more, finding nothing in your flat to vent my anger on. “How could he!” I greeted my teeth.
“What happened?” You asked casually, knowing it was better off that way.
“I’m telling you! He freaking hates me!” My hands balled into fist on my sides and I had to fight not to give in to the stomp of my feet that I could feel was coming. I didn’t want to be named childish, not for the nth time.
“Any proof?”
I moved my arms and hands frantically as if to help me explain. “When he looked at me, he was as if -he was telling me that I’m like -when I do what he tells me to - he would-”
You nodded your head and scooted closer to wrap me in a loose embrace as you pat my head. “Point taken.”
I wasn’t supposed to be happy when you treated me like a kid, again, but, the mere thought of you understanding me to that extent did wonders to my unpleasant mood. I stayed wrapped around your arms, finding it a little more comforting than it should be. As much as I enjoyed that feeling, I feared it.
A/N: Some things are better left vague for aesthetics' sake. I'm sorry if you find the time line confusing.