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What a wonderful world!
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On the creek of down he goes home ."I am home." The first thing he utters, almost in a whisper. Only to have utter silence and pitthole darkness greet him back. What else was he expecting? He scoffs at the irony.
Shoes kicked out, keys thrown gingerly. He face palms on the cushions, on leg dangling from the edge. The coach smells like her, the house feels like her. Even the flowers in their mini balcony garden seems to favour her more than him. He watered them each day, doted on them the last two week. What did they do? Just died, flat dead with a horrible rotten smell instead of the soft fragrance. She is stupid, her flowers are stupid. He isn't stone hearted like her, so he mourned them. Wore all black for one day, now sulk in the humble abode of loneliness watching it all spiral out of his grasp.
That darn women, she just picked up a random fight, he did nothing. He just listened with the patience of Monk. It was all going smoothly. Poor innocent him just made one mistake, one innocent mistake. He simply dared to say, "Your exaggerating. " and then 'Boom'.
The next thing he knows she was out with her luggage and backpack. Mouth hung ,jaw dropped he watched her saunter out. Does she always has two luggage prepared? He didn't get to ask her. He never did. Commoners are to be questioned not the other way around.
That cold women didn't even bother to wonder what will happen to poor kakto-chan, what would happen to her sprowled out books, what would happen to him.
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No words spoken, nothing voiced out, neither the feud amended, just like that she sauntered in. Two huge luggage in each hand, even larger the smile. The same crescent smile that robbed him off for a life time. The innocent soul being the naive him just fell for it face flat. He isn't falling for it, never again!
"Hi!" She chrrips ever so sweetly, only to earn a scowls. Bloody idiot - she curses in the back of her mind, letting go of the baggage with a thud she scowls back at him. She didn't just bury her ego six feet under the ground, travel kilometres, burn a hole in her pocket, shed a few bucket of her precious tears to see this poker face.
Ignoring him she proceeds to hide under the yellowish blanket sprwled on the couch messily. It smelled like him, though it was no is hers. She has decided she isn't washing it again. A soft thump by the end of her couch makes his presence known. She smiles under the blanket, snuggling cosily,he is debatably being loud for her attention. Silly boy- she would know even if he tried to be silent. Perhaps it was because of the searching heart, the habit she has picked searching for the familiarity picking on the slightest recognition subconsciously.
"It's raining outside. Winter rain- did you see?" She lurs him softly, a silver of hope to hear him, his voice. He doesn't speak instead eyes her suspiciously. She just left like a storm, now bargged back in unannounced. She was a force to be reconed with, but he weren't. He hated surprises, he hated changes. He simply hated to be on the edges. Is it too much to ask for.
"What are you doing here?" He inquires, the shock perhaps even a little excitement fresh to his bone.She peaks from the blanket, the disbelief in his wide brown eyes soften hers.
"Well, bro said that you are trying to be modern romeo. I had to see for myself. " see, that's why he still wonders what was he thinking falling for this women. Okay fine he was blind in love, but what about his parents? His friends? How could they.
She proppes on her elbow supporting her upper half, offering him her utmost attention. Silence is all that he offers, he is calm soul. The highest scale of his anger is silence. She thought he was proceeding for the silent treatment. Now coming back she wonders if she were wrong, perhaps he was hurt.
She pokes him on the side. "I am sorry. " her sincere apology all that she could muster up. "I....I texted you,sent voice mail..."
" You could have called did you?
"No, but I explained to you on a voice mail. I know you listened. I just had a bad day, then their was all those stress. I just lost it, okay."
"I am sorry."
"You could have told me, you just....just left."Oh, the heavens knew how guilty she were. "Sorry." She repeats again threading her fingers in his unruly frizzy curls, he needs a hair cut- she noted.
This time he turns around facing her, he sighs taking in the carve of her visage. Pointed button nose, ivory skin and the small beauty spot under her right eye. She laughed off everytime he said she were a fairytale, didnt she know he never lied not to her.
"Next time if we have a fight... "
"We didn't fight. " He defends cutting her off. She glances at him briefly before resuming, "okay if we do. Then I will stay and you can move out."
He turns around facing her, both of their face inches away. "I will move out?" He points at himself, sarcastically repeating herself. If it weren't enough he points at himself and she nods pursing her lips. "Wow, now I am getting kicked out."
She bubbles in a laugh, hiding under the blankets again. "Thank you for the promotion. " He scoffs sarcastically, under the burning glare she sobers up, sniffling her laugh. "Then we will work out another way?"
"Nope that's not happening. You and I are package deal, you hear me. The next time if you're going then I will pack my bag and leave with you." He declares securing her palm in his one.
"Then the entire point of the fight will be meaningless."
"Most if our fights are meaningless. " He deadpanes cheekily, grinning ear to ear. The grin a sign of white flag, they are at peace now. She humms, carrying his cheek ever so gently, glidding it from the curve of his slightly chubby cheeks to the tip of his button nose. He really has the princess vibe doesn't he? Uh, life. What can she say he's her princess to deal with.
"We're never doing this ever again okay. If you need space then just tell me, I will leave. Okay?" He pleads, voice serene as ever. It made her feel at home.
She nods tiredly the rough long journey washing over her, tumbling in waves. She yawns coming on the blanket. It's alright ,sleep." He pets her head. Hmming on the white silence of steady breath, the light trace on her palm lines- she drifts off.
What a wonderful world she lived in!
I would like to make somethings clear. This book is one short sort of book. So the fate of 'He & her' is completely uncertain. I might write, I might not. It depends on the reviews. But I will try to add something in here every now and then.
