It was on a Saturday, I walked on the streets lazily kicking my legs. The day seemed peaceful and quiet. It was depressing that the day was going to come to an end soon. The people around me talked and made noise but I didn't seem to notice as I was stuck in my thoughts.
I don't know how but I found myself on the hill, the place where Roy and I shared, the place where he confessed to me, the place where I plainly told him that I hated him, and the place where he sat staring into the sunset his back turned me.
How weird it was that for the past six years, it was always turned towards me and I kept on wishing he would look to me just once and not as a sister. I had hurt him. I didn't even deserve his love. I was just about to turn when he said;
"My mom... used to say that clouds add color to the sunset sky but I think it hides it's beauty. How ironic it is that when here I am suffering she is happy with her new family. She doesn't even spare a thought for me. You know, I used to hate attending classes and learning piano...I would run and hide only to play video games in my closet..." He lets out a small laugh. "But she would find me and I would do the lessons. One day I had had enough of her and I told her I hated her...the next day she left. Even after begging her to stay she still left, my father didn't do anything he just watched her leave...The worst thing is, even though I learnt that it was because of their differences, I still blamed myself for that. I hated my father and everyone...but then I met you." He got up his back still facing me.
"The first day you moved into our neighborhood you danced and everyone called you a creep you cried. I felt like somehow we were the same. I offered a handkerchief and you kept on yelling you weren't crying even though you were using the handkerchief to wipe your tears. Then not long before that, you asked me to be your friend. No one had ever done that. You were my first friend Emma--" I didn't let him continue. I ran up to him and hugged him from behind.
He was hurting carrying all sorts of guilt and pain in him. And I was adding more pain to him but still, I didn't want to leave him. I wanted to stay by his side until his pain healed...no, I wanted to stay by him forever.
"I am sorry Roy..." I said softly in his back a I sobbed. "I am sorry I didn't try to understand how you felt...I am just so selfish..."
"Emma..." He was about to loosen my grip on his waist when I said "No, don't look at me, I don't want you to see my ugly face..." I could hear him chuckle slightly but he broke off my hand and faced me anyway. He wiped my tears from my eyes and raised my chin up to face him.
"You look ugly anyway." He teased and I laughed shorty. "But I love you either way." Immediately he sealed his lips with mine. My eyed widened in surprise. It was soft and his breath smelled of mint. The kiss was deep and passionate and I didn't reject it. After some time, he pulled away and looked at me.
He then looked away. "What are you looking at." he said. For someone who first kissed me he was too red.
"I love you too Roy," I said and he turned to me. In the slight moment, I rose to this level and planted a quick kiss on his lips before walking away embarrassed.
"Hey!" He called up and he chased after me walking beside me. He grabbed my hand and said, "I'll never let anyone take you from me." And he smiled.
"Oh, you can smile an honest smile!" I exclaimed.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." I smiled at him.
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