We Promised Each Other

Unresolved, Without Closure

His eyes were fixed on me. I could feel his blank stare burning into my cold chest. The howling wind enveloped the both of us, and somehow, it brought us closer. As I blinked, overwhelming noises shouting from the streets of New York filled my ears. Cars honking. People shouting over the phone. Bike bells ringing, warning pedestrians to be careful. Club music mixed with people reciting overused pick-up lines. In the midst of all this, he blurted, "I miss you."

I was taken aback. I was standing right in front of him. He misses me? I've been here all along. "How can you miss me if I'm right here?"

His expression remained blank. Maybe he's trying to prevent himself from getting hurt. We stood in silence. The wind was no longer holding us close but was making the space between us feel like an iceberg. As sharp as an icicle, the biting wind hit me from the left then from the right, as if I were in a fight I didn't sign up for. One more hit and I will fall. One more hit and I will break. "I can feel you disappearing already."

"What?" I could barely speak.

"I can fucking feel you disappearing already!" His voice echoed within the busy streets. And all of the sudden, the whole city stopped to listen. No cars honking. No one shouting through the phone. No bikes urgently buzzing by. No DJ hyping up the drunks on the dancefloor.

My heart, my whole chest, fell to the the ground. Dozens of teardrops began to form in the corners of my eyes. Grasping onto my pride, I refused to give in and reflect any emotion. I refused to let him see me defeated and genuinely hurt. He was the only person in the past four years that I grew fond of, and despite all that, he had the audacity to tell me that I'm fading away from his life.

He saw the tears I furiously blinked away and did nothing. His jaw tensed up, and he gave me a hard stare as if to declare, "I'm serious." With a slight nod, I took a step back and a deep, fearful breath. He lifted his hand to place on my shoulder, and I defensively flinched and threw him a look of disgust. How did he expect to comfort me? The moonlight handed me a good excuse to leave. So I did. As I approached the entrance to my neighbourhood, I whispered an apology, to him and to myself.

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