I was on my bed reminiscing things about my life. Things get worse sometimes. Sometimes cool, sometimes isn’t. I opened my laptop to do research about things that could motivate me for tomorrow. I look at myself in the mirror close to me. Little by little my life became better each day. I feel no one pressures me up. I flipped through the pages of my notebook until I saw a picture of mine with Xyler sticking on it. I laughed. It was our first year in college. I glued it to the wall and laughed staring at it. Save in your mind where he is now. If we meet again, will we still be the same as before? I’m not sure but the important thing is that time passed and I was able to rest. In recent days it has not been easy to feel homesick for the person you are trying to it can't be found.
The next day, our coffee shop had another promo. Many customers went on and I was also busy all day. I was the last to go home because there was a lot of clutter left on the table so I volunteered for it. I also closed the shop. I was very tired and I knew I wouldn't be able to go home right away because I still had to wait for a taxi. Nothing much goes by at this time because it’s late at night. I patiently stood on the roadside and tried to wave but no vehicle stopped. I picked up my phone but I looked down at seeing this low batt. I walked slowly to somehow reduce the distance I was walking, I felt it would take me the morning before I got home. The wind was blowing cold outside so I just kept walking. My chest was throbbing as if my breath was coming out. Every step I take gradually speeds up. I could feel someone behind me, I could hear the noise of his shoes rubbing against the rough road. I accelerated my walk, even more, I felt like I was going to pass out. Fortunately, the taxing stopped and I rode right away. The driver looked at me in the side mirror seemingly wondering why I reacted like that. My whole body was sweating profusely. Fortunately, I was on board and I felt a little calmer. I fell asleep in the taxi and did not realize that it had stopped in the apartment. The driver woke me up and I paid.
"You're too late for dinner, huh." Cephie, my cousin said. She was lying down on the couch with the magazine. I share the apartment with her so I wouldn't feel alone. She was only 18 years older.
“If you only knew. Why are you still up at this hour? ” I put down my bag on the table, heading to the kitchen to get water. My throat was dry from what happened earlier.
“I saw this box in front of the door and I thought it was for me but I think ... It’s yours. Don’t worry I didn’t peek at what’s inside. ” Cephie handed me the brown box. I asked her if there’s a letter but she said it’s only the box. I picked it up and opened it. It is even wrapped in a thick bubble wrap. Cephie had already gone upstairs so I was the only one left in the living room. The box was made curiously. I also wonder if this is really for me. When I removed the thick plastic, I saw only cut paper, and there were also two stones. I just laughed where it came from. I was about to get up to throw away the box but I saw a small piece of paper and when I opened it, it had the message “Take care wherever you go.” which still has a smiley on the latter piece of paper but does not state who wrote. I picked up that little paper and threw away the box.
When I lay down on the bed I held the small piece of paper I held it up, and I just laughed if it was a threat or a reminder. But from who?
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“Come on. This is once. Let’s celebrate! ”
My friends and I got together at the coffee shop to celebrate the shop's first anniversary. It has grown so much compared to when we were just starting out. We’re five and I’m the only one hesitant to join even though it’s valid to enjoy now. Eventually, they agreed with me as well. Guess what, At the bar, we go. It has been a long time since I didn’t hang out like this. I was still with Xyler and Xymon then. I also don't go when others are with me but now this is the first time that others are with me. There are many of us so I'm sure I'll enjoy it too. The noise was refreshing to my ears. The light that changes in conjunction with the loud ringing and screaming of the people. We were already looking for a couch to sit on, Gilbert, one of my companions, take the responsibility. I left the couch to go to the Bartender station. I just enjoy how the bartender makes the drink. Hopefully soon our coffee shop will also upgrade like this.
"What's your lady?"
"One Long Island Iced tea, please," I command politely. While waiting, I roamed around my vision at the people in the middle. My eyes widened when I caught sight of the man sitting at the bar tools talking to the woman. The slender woman held his arm while holding the wine in the other hand. In my panic, I left the bar station to go to where the man was stationed. I never took my eyes off that man. I’m not mistaken Xyler is what I saw. He really is that. I desperately tried to infiltrate people. I don't have a clue who I'm going to bump into. The light is poisonous. My eyesight is spinning even though I haven’t drunk alcohol yet. In a hurry, I threw the wine on my clothes that the man was holding.
“God! I’m sorry— ”He was about to wipe my wet shirt but I immediately stopped it. He then realized it was thrown on my chest.
"Adrian?" I was surprised when he saw his face.
“Hey, Girl from the coffee shop. Right? ” He said in amusement. I just nodded. He apologized for what happened but I explained it was my fault that I blocked his way so the wine spilled on my shirt. I turned back to where I saw the man I was looking for sitting but I saw someone else sitting. Adrian was still talking to me but I said I would go back to our couch because I also had people with me. I was so sad. Maybe I just really imagined what I saw.