The Impossible Event.

~13~

7/5/15

I walk into my room, and stare at the blandness of my walls. I pull out my various stacks of homework, as I hear the bell ring. I hop down the stairs, murmuring Aerolyn lyrics to myself as I peep through.

Aaah nope.
I'm not opening the door.
Why can't he leave me alone? He had no problem doing it for three years! Go away Faalah.

I walk away, and suddenly my phone buzzes.

Falaah [23:32]
"It's so tragically beautiful when you love someone who ignores you."

I stare at my screen, the image burned forever in my retinas.
I don't know if I should laugh or cry. He can tell me that, after years of treating me like a disease?

I curse myself as I walk over to the door again, and he's holding flowers in his hand. Idiot, I think.

I hold the door open, and he holds them out.
I stare at his outstretched hand and the nebula of colors he holds.

I take it, and he pulls me into a hug.
Seconds pass, and I stay there, still as a log.
Finally, I put my hands around him, and he hugs me tighter before letting me go.

"I'm sorry." He says simply.
"About time." I reply.
He grins at me, and says "Well. I know how to make it up to you."
"By plucking flowers from my own garden?" I ask, annoyed.
"Aaah. You noticed that they're from your garden, huh?" He says sheepishly, as I burst out laughing.
"Of course I did Falaah."

He nods. And then it's awkward again.
He gestures towards the sofa, and we both sit down as he looks at me sadly.

"What's wrong?" I ask, worried, my anger lost.
"I don't know Ilta. I didn't mean all of this. I didn't mean all the things I said."
His face looks at the epitome of misery, so I smile and say "It's alright. Whatever Falaah. Hardly anything matters anymore."

"It does to me."

I roll my eyes in response, and he looks at me.
"Come." He demands.
"Where?"
"You'll know when we get there."