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Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word (Part 2 - TYPE)

The door opened to darkness.

Through what little light that came in from the window, the slumped figure of the young man who came in could see the huddled figure on the bed.

He could not help it. His chest tightened. His breath became heavy as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. Slowly, Type approached the sleeping figure of his roommate. From what little he could see, Tharn had his back to him. And he knew that he has hurt him so much with his actions.

Type stood for still a moment. Silently taking in the figure of the man sleeping on the bed. And he thought about what happened in the last hours.

He got to the restaurant where he was supposed to meet Puifa early. He was tensed. He called his dad for some extra cash because he told him that he was pursuing a girl. And that he meant to make her his girlfriend tonight. It was very obvious that she liked him too.

For some reason, that made Type clutch at the soft parcel that he was holding; a present for the birthday girl who was waiting inside. It took him a long time to decide on what to give her, but, remembering how flushed her cheeks always seemed to be, he thought of getting her a plush toy that reminded him of the blush that she always wore when they were together.

Type took a deep breath, opened the glass door to the dimly lit restaurant and immediately saw her. She was sitting underneath the lights from an overhead lamp. The orangey filament bulbs giving her an aura that made her stood up.

"She really is cute," Type murmured, taking a few seconds to watch her before she noticed him, "We would be a perfect match." But somehow, it felt stale. Like he was trying to convince himself that all of it was true.

Shaking his head, the young man walked forward and the movement caught the attention of the girl who was waiting. Puifai turned and flashed a brilliant smile.

Type just looked at her. He felt weird. There should have been more. Soft music should have played in his head, the wind should have blown across her face and sent her hair waving in slow motion. But there was nothing. Just Puifai smiling.

Maybe, that's what real life meant. But Type could not help to think that there was something that he was missing out.

He walked forward and forced himself to smile. He wanted her, he told himself. He was going to have a girlfriend tonight. He met her because they were meant to be together. How lucky would he be, a freshman and already having a cute girlfriend. He would be the envy of everyone.

"But what about Tharn?" a stray thought came into his mind, one that he shook his head to erase.

"Happy birthday, " Type said as he got to the table and unceremoniously sat down, "Sorry to have kept you waiting."

"I just got her," she replied, her eyes sparkling with her obvious joy at seeing him.

"Here," he said, handing her the gift, "I got you something. I hope it reminds you of me."

She took the bag, reached out her hand and squealed when she brought the stuffed animal out.

"Oh my, Type, this is so cute," she said, hugging the toy to her chest, "I love it already."

"I hope you meant that it's not as cute as I am, " Type said, flirting as he reached out a hand to hold one of her own. "I hope you like it and everytime you hug it close, you must think of me and how I would want to be in its place.

"Of course it is cuter than you," Puifai demurely replied, although she did not do anything to take her hand away from Type's.

"Then give it back," Type said, caressing the top of the girl's hand with his thumb, he was smiling and Puifai's cheeks colored deeper matching the color of the doll that she held towards her chest.