YOUR STORY

It was a one late night, roughly 3 am and we are still sitting at the same sofa of the VIP A man in white came towards our direction. 2 of your friends also came by to take a glimpse of the situation. I was still holding you by your arm, your head resting on my shoulder. The day must reach its conclusion. The place is about to close. Everyone's concerned for you have turned into a one complete mess, vomiting on the floor, having a hard time sitting up, dead drunk. Everyone's waiting for us to head home. Everyone is asking you if you wanted to head back home or just stay the night in that pub. Black, yes you blacked out. Not answering any questions from your friends and even from the man in white. Black, you look so helpless, I nudged your shoulder telling you "let's go". Quickly you tried to sit up straight, with your eyes shut you slurredly asked where. Home, I said. We have to head home. Standing up. I pulled you up which you lazily obliged. As we were walking towards the massive door, the man in white caught up to us and gave me your black jacket as you left it on the sofa. 2 taxis are waiting, one is supposedly for me and my friend while the is for you to take and head back to your accommodation. I was holding you up with my right arm; your black leather jacket howbeit was on my left. How am I supposed to bring you to your home? I don't even know where you live. Everyone is silently waiting for you to come up with a decision. You move your head closer to mine, "Can you stay with me?" you whispered. At this moment, my was filled with uncertainty. Do I head home with my friend or do I stay with you Black? The man in white went to us and gave the information that in case we wanted to just stay the night, there is a room on the second floor of the building where we can hang around. Silence. As if on cue, you held my arm sternly. me upstairs and inside the said room. It was so dark, to be able to see, the lights have to opened. With the lights on, walk towards the bed. I waited till your set for me to turn the lights back out. Without the lights. seeing is impossible. "Come here", without seeing anything. I followed your voice. Gloomy room, silence, and there we are, together in one room. I was sitting on the corner of the bed while you lounge on the other side. A minute or so has passed: you stood up. kneeled beside me and took off my shoes. Now, my amazing person and I, we were together in the dark, in complete silence for none of us are starting a conversation. You motioned me to lie on your arm. Being a not- romantic person, I pushed your arm away. "You will feel heavy. You'll be tired. Just take a rest and proceed to sleeping." As if you weren't listening to any of my speech earlier, you lay closer me, lifted my head and put your arms around. "There, isn't it nice? And don't worry about me getting tired. I like this." Even though your words are already slurred that it makes it looks like you were just mumbling nonsense, I heard you clearly. At some point, you are still a stranger but I am thrilled to be with you here this late of a night. "I have a philosophy in life." All of a sudden, you started talking about some philosophy you believed in in your life. Here and now, our conversation started to go on once again. With your slurred speech, I can't quite catch everything you're trying to say, but I did not stop you or asked you to repeat. I wanted you to continue. Talking about your philosophy in life, talking about music and books, I realized how deep of a person you are. It was a real delight when someone, especially a man started to talk about the things that interest them. I find it kind of sexy. I like books. Well, I love books and music. You like novels and classical music. Talking about novelist such as Ernest Hemmingway with his economical, and understated style, I excitement with your voice. You became a kid talking about his favorite candy to his friends. "Who is your favorite novelist?" asked. Stunned with the sudden question, I was lost for words. Is it Paulo Coelho, or maybe Stephen King, suddenly I don't even know who I like. "If you don't have a specific novelist in mind, could you share your favorite novel?" With all the anxiousness I'm feeling. I blurted out "The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho". "Are you serious? I did not quite like that novel" you I am not serious, I haven't even read that book, it just went to my mind like a shot. What I really wanted to say was the novel The Valkyries by Paulo I haven't had the chance to correct answer for we are already discussing about horror novels and Stephen King. Besides books, we have discussed something about music. You opened your phone and to my surprise, you like listening to Mozart, Beethoven, and Chopin. Furthermore, I have also seen some videos of you playing the piano. You are so cool. Playing a piano piece from your phone, we were just laying down, your arm around me, and you saying how sad that music piece was.

Black, I'm starting to know who you really are and I am liking you better than my first impression of you. At first glance, you are the life of the party. You are the best bartender. You are one alcoholic scoundrel. That's you. That's a part of you. You liking music, playing the piano, having some knowledge about violin, talking about novels and novelist, that's another part of you.

It might have already been an hour since we have been in this room together and Not only that, but I was loving every second of it. A moment to be kept. With a musical piece still playing from your phone, the rain started to pour down heavily. Unsure of how the conversation went there,, but out of the blue you said you cared for me. "That's what most people say" the only thing that came out of my mouth. Realizing what I have just said, you hugged me tighter and stroked my small face with your cold but homely hands while repeatedly asking who hurt me so bad for me to say that. We stayed like that for a long moment. Earlier while you were so drunk, I told you I would only believe what you were saying when you can repeat it to me when you're sober. And here you are, beside me, sobering up. "I still like you. I still wanted to have a relationship with you. I am sober now" you said. I wanted to but my mind's confused. We are still a stranger for each other somehow. Thinking makes everything complicated but we are humans, we must think before performing an action and before proceeding with a decision. Completely lost. Silence somehow feels better than speaking. I tried to stand up getting ready to leave since the sun is already rising. You felt my movement; you firmly gripped my arm and pull me back down to the bed. Once I said I needed to leave, you held me tighter once again like a kid holding on to their favorite stuffed toy. "Can you hear that? It is raining so hard. It is better if you just stay here and let the rain pass. If you really want to go, I would not force you to stay. But please can you just stay here with me? It's dangerous to go outside. I don't want you to be sick." Helplessly, I went back to lying on your arms. I felt your hand fondling my hair. I like that. I like this moment right here. Soon enough, you dozed off. With your eyes closed, black shirt, black hair covering some parts of your face, and without wearing your glasses, you Look so harmless. You also have a small and thin face, thick brows, thin lips, small chin. look so gorgeous. Here and the only thought crossing my mind was that if I'm dreaming please, just please don't wake me up. "I like you too Black" but I can only say it to myself.

If for only once I would let myself act foolishly without due consideration. I would easily accept the invitation of being in a romantic relationship. But somehow, we are still strangers; we have to take everything into consideration before coming up with a final decision.

Humans are capable of thinking. I hate that.

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