I had carried a wide smile all the way from the library back to home.
I was scared at first, afraid that there would be inconsistency with what he imagined of who 'Violet' would be and in reality, who 'Violet' truly was.
But at the end, he didn't look at me weirdly, all he did was smile at me.
Oh, that smile.
It was just as gorgeous as violet flowers.
A grin broke out on my face again as I leaned my head against the surface of the fridge.
The bell of our house rang.
"Oh, let me check out who that is." Mom said as she walked along the hallway towards the door and opened it.
I continued picking out my snacks when I heard my name.
"Mika! Your friend is here!" Mom shouted from far away.
I frowned.
I didn't have plans with my friends tonight.
I walked over to the door and almost dropped my banana milk.
Nick was standing at the door.
He smiled as I appeared.
"You didn't tell me you have a handsome friend who will be over." A knowing expression on Mom's face.
Nick bit his lip in a tiny hint of shyness when he heard Mom calling him handsome.
And this little movement made my heart skipped a beat.
I chuckled softly.
A soft smile on Nick's lips as well when he saw my reaction.
Mom saw this unspoken interaction between us and smiled proudly at me.
"Okay, well, I won't be in the way of whatever your plans are." With that, Mom left us alone.
The smiles remained on our faces, as if they couldn't be wiped away.
"How do you know I live here?" Eventually, I asked.
"Sarah." The smile grew wider on his face.
I chuckled. "Right."
"Why are you here then?" Another smile threatened to break out.
"To make sense of things."
"And..." He hesitated.
His gaze once again found its way to me. He smiled softly.
I could feel my face heated in hotness.
And to see me.
I tried not to flatter myself, yet, I could not ignore this.
I cleared my throat.
"Come in."
I gave him a tour around my house, until he pointed at the stairs at the end of the second floor hallway.
"Where does that lead to?" He asked.
"To the attic room."
"Can we go up there?" His eyes beamed.
I chuckled and nodded.
I led him up from the stairs towards the attic room. It was a woody room, with everything made in wood, except for the bed. But this was not really the point, the point was what you could see when you looked up.
Both of us looked up and I could hear Nick inhaled deeply.
There was a crystal glass, mirroring the sky full of stars upon us.
Mom specifically designed it to be this way, so that I could have somewhere quiet and inspiring to be in.
"I," I spoke. "Usually lay down on the bed." I laid down on the bed. "And Watch the stars." I fixed my gaze on the stars.
"Shining and drawing up constellations."
Nick followed me and also laid down on the bed.
I was aware of the proximity between me and him. My body was buzzing.
None of us spoke anything, we just stared at the stars.
A few moments later, he began.
"Why purple?" He asked in a curious tone.
He turned his head to me, so did I.
"The notes." He added.
"Because violet is the first ever flower I have really liked. It has this...humble beauty, low-key but if you look closer, it can turn out just as splendid as rose. Besides, I like what it symbolises, modesty, not just that it fits perfectly with its appearance, it shows one's kind appreciation that everyone's different, so each person has their own excellencies and flaws."
I took a deep breath after I finished.
I had never spoken so much at a time. But I felt the need to explain myself. To Nick.
"That's..." Nick said. "extraordinary." He smiled.
My face flushed. A smile on my lips.
"Thanks."
"I guess that's how I feel whenever see your purple notes. As if, I am accepted no matter who I am, what I do. As if, I am loved regardless of my flaws."
He looked at me deeply. It made me unable to look away.
"Well, you're right." I whispered.
At that moment, I felt like I had lost focus of everything, except for him. As though we were the only ones living in this world.
His intense gaze told me he felt the same way as well.
His mouth opened.
"I have always wondered...how did you do it?"
"Sticking the purple notes without me noticing."
I smiled a bit in mischievousness.
"The General Office has all the timetables of students. I literally begged the lady in the front desk to give me your timetable. And she said she would agree only if I help with being the Principal's student assistant for a straight 3 months." I chuckled.
"And you really did it?" Nick asked surprisingly.
"Yeah."
We chuckled together.
"I would write all the purple notes the day before. Then, in the next day, I would go to school earlier than everyone else, at 7:00am, and stick the notes on your locker." Nick's gentle gaze remained on me.
"I would sneak into the classrooms 10 minutes before your lessons, making sure no one was there, and stick them on your table. Oh, and I learned the seating of your lessons from the teachers. I always help them with their work to exchange information about you."
"Those sneaky moments hold most of the best moments I have in high school."
The way he was looking at me made me feel as if I was a work of art and he was admiring me.
"They made my days and got me through my hardest times too." He whispered.
We smiled softly at each other.
"But what made you want to see me?" I asked, suddenly being reminded of this question that had been on my mind.
"That night at Sarah's party." A smile lingering at his lips.
"How did you even do all of that?" He asked in amusement.
"Drama club has a meeting at Sarah's house every week. Sarah trusts me with her house, so she would give me her key to her roof garden. So I asked her if I could borrow her garden and she agreed. She didn't know it was for you. But I did tell her afterwards."
"So she knew about you?"
"Yeah. That's why she set us up at the library today." I couldn't help but laugh at the thought.
"Oh wow." Nick let out a laugh. "Guess we gotta thank her then."
"And the smart thing is that I actually watched you through the security camera." A small smirk at my lips.
Nick laughed. "No wonder why!"
I laughed along with him. But then, something rushed into my mind.
I hesitated.
"That night, I did hear you. Everything you said." I finally told him. "You asked me how at first."
I was referring to his question about how I had his father's watch.
Slowly, he nodded.
"How?" He whispered, expressing his desperation, yet, confusion.
I took in a deep breath.
"I was an intern in your father's hospital when he was sick, just to gain some work experience. I was assigned to be the one who took care of him most of the time. As days pass, we got to know each other more and became each other's accompany."
"I would tell him how my school days went. When the days were awesome, he would listen and smile. When the days were bad, he would still listen and give me advice."
"Then he would tell me about you." Thinking of the memory made my body warm. "The more he talked about you, the more I found you attractive inwardly."
"When you came visit, I would peek in during breaks and watch you two talk. And I..."
I stared into his eyes.
"I have never seen such beautiful scenes."
His eyes softened.
"One day, I saw the changing the vital signs and told your father's doctor about it. It was then, he delivered the bad news to both of you. When you were away, your father called me in. He..." I reached out for Nick's wrist, where his father's white gold watch was.
His eyes melted into mine.
"He gave me his watch. He told me to keep it for him and give it to you when you recovered from the pain of losing him. He also told me to watch over you. That was why I started the purple notes."
I was waiting for his reaction, but out of my expectation, he leaned forward.
His lips met with mine.
Butterflies burst in my stomach.
He changed his position until he was upon me. His lips still touching mine.
Our kiss deepened.
Our tongues danced with each other.
His hand brushed against my cheek. Then, he caressed my hair.
My hand reached for the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. My other hand felt his quick heartbeat.
I could feel the sync of our heartbeats.
We slowly pulled apart. He leaned his forehead against mine.
His brown eyes revealed affection.
"I just couldn't hold it anymore." He whispered.
"Neither could I." I whispered back. "If not that I have been busy talking."
We chuckled softly.
He stopped for a moment.
"Thank you."
My fingers stroked his cheek gently. I smiled softly.
"Always."
He held my hand as he laid back next to me.
We watched the stars colliding into each other and shining even brighter with two existences.
"Can you keep on writing the purple notes?" He said in a soft voice.
I whispered, only he could hear me.
"I will write them till my last breath."
He smiled at me and intertwined our hands.
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