Today is probably one of the toughest days of my entire existence.
Everything—practically in almost every aspect of my life—seems all messed up.
At school.
At home.
Goodness, even outside.
And as if fate is really trying to piss me more, it started raining.
Big, heavy raindrops were already pouring on my head.
I started to rush to the nearest shed.
I sat down and realized tears were already racing down on my cheeks.
“Well at least there’s no one around to witness what a complete idiot I look like right now.” I thought.
I covered my face with my hands and started to cry more.
Letting all the hurt, anger and frustrations come out.
Just then, I felt someone covered me with a piece of clothing.
A jacket, I realized.
I looked up and saw my boyfriend.
“How.. How did you know I was here?” I asked.
“Instinct, I guess?” and he smiled.
On usual days, I would’ve returned that smile with a slight punch.
But today, obviously, isn’t usual.
“Go away.” I demanded.
“No. I’m not going anywhere.” he said.
“I want to be alone.”
“Then pretend I’m not here.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“Well, I’m sorry but I’m really not going anywhere. Especially not when you look like you’re in the deepest pit of hell.”
“Stop being so hard-headed.”
“I’m not. I’m just being your boyfriend. Your partner. And you know what partners do, they stick around.”
So I grew tired arguing with him.
I sighed.
After a few minutes and a couple of realizations, I turned to his direction and said, “Hey, stalker.”
He smiled and answered, “For today, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Come here.” I said, patting the vacant space beside me.
He did.
“Sorry for pushing you away earlier. I just don’t want you to see me like this.”
“Even if you throw stones at me just to go away, I still wouldn’t. I know you could use someone to talk to.”
“You know me so well, huh?”
With that, he didn’t answer. He hugged me instead.
The kind of hug that would make you wish it’d never end.
The kind that would make the thought of pulling away close to impossible.
“Please..”
“What is it?”
“Please don’t let go..”
“I won’t.”
And so he planted a light kiss on my forehead and hugged me tighter.
We stayed like that for a few more minutes, which seemed like a lifetime to me.
“You know,” he whispered in my ear, “We need to get going. Your parents must be very worried now. They made me look for you earlier.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
With that, I felt the thin line on my lips turn into a smile.
And we started walking our way home.
