Intersecting Lines

Chapter 8

"What are you talking about? Skating is not the only thing you have. In fact, you've got endless possibilities. Don't ever think that skating is all you have." He lectured like a father to me and I can't help but laugh because of his reaction. He's just too cute sometimes.

"Alright, I get it." I shortly replied to him. And just like that, we both fell silent again.

Now that this is happening, my mind refreshes me of my theory about happiness. My theory of how one person's happiness should never be based off of something. Yes, you could be happy with a new toy when you were five. Or be happy for a new dress or car at 16. Or be happy to be with someone you love at 25. But here's the catch, it all ends.

You could lose your toy at a park, you could outgrow the dress you bought at 16, you could get your car towed, and you could lose someone you love in a heartbeat. And when something that made you happy is gone, it takes your happiness away. That's why here's my say with happiness. It should just be boundless and infinite. You shouldn't attach your happiness to something other than yourself and your thoughts. Because once you attach your happiness to someone or something, it could be gone and take your happiness away with it.

I know it's quite ironic to be talking about not attaching my happiness to someone when I already did. I attached my happiness to Alex. I mean, when I met him everything seemed right. The universe was saying 'yes' to this very meeting of ours. Every force to ever exist in this world wanted our lines to cross and so I allowed my happiness to be attached to him. The day I met Alex, happiness came knocking at my door. I don't know, there's just something about this guy. I'd like to put it this way; Alex has the thing called "happiness disease" and one day, he saw me. He approached me and never have I noticed that I contracted his "happiness disease" myself. To sum it all up, it's happy being with him.

"No news about being discharged?" I asked him breaking the silence that accumulated between the two of us.

He slowly shook his head, "My right leg is being a little rebellious these past few days." He jokingly said and we both smile but we don't laugh. Something's just so heavy in our current atmosphere.

"You'll come here every Saturdays and Sundays?" He asked me looking a little tensed.

I nod, "I'll go here for therapy and they'll remove the cast on my right leg two weeks from now." I tell him and he smiled genuinely like he always did.

He was about to tell me something when my phone rang. It's mom, I answer the call.

"Hey mom." I tell her.

"Sophie, your dad's here. Where are you?" she calmly asked me and I stood up.

"I'm almost there." I tell her and I dropped the call. Alex stood up too and we look at each other for a couple of minutes.

"We should probably go down." I tell him and before I can even turn around to make my way towards the elevator, he tightly wrapped his arms around me, his crutch leaning on his side. I admit that I was caught really off guard but I hug him back this time. I tap his back lightly.

"Keep in touch?" I ask him and I feel him nod. He breaks the hug after a couple of seconds and he handed me a piece of paper. It looks like the ones he always left on top of my bedside table. We both smile at each other as I get the paper from his hand and put it inside the pocket of my jeans.

"So, uh..." he trails off, "we'll keep in touch?" he asked me and I nod and smile at him.

"Promise me?" he asked.

"I promise." I tell him.

"Cross your heart?"

"Cross my heart" I said as I made a cross above my left chest.