Finding 'x'

•Seven means?•

It's kind of funny how time skips when you want it to slow and passes with the speed of a slug in that exact moment you wish it to fly by; a year resembles a few days when you're trying to achieve a great feat but a second slows into a century when you're living a nightmare. This was my food for thought as I stared down at the untouched bowl of pasta I'd bought for lunch.

I remembered the time significantly slowing down when I approached that bathroom stall seven days ago. I remembered time grinding to a halt when I saw the body ….my Tiny laying still on the cold bathroom floor, how everything that happened afterwards was in the semblance of a slow motion scene in a movie, how much of a hurry I was in for my alarm clock or anyone or anything to wake me up from my suffocating nightmare. 

I remember vividly, like a 3D motion on a big screen. I still yearned to be pinched awake from the nightmare I was living, but I knew it had dragged on too long to be a nightmare. It was reality. A horrific reality I wish I could escape.

However, I marvelled at how two and half days skipped by while I tried to find out the reason behind hot cop's actions, and how one week went by in a flash while trying to decipher what seven meant.

Since that scream-off with the cop, I tended to avoiding him like a plague, still trying to make out what 'never in your life offer me money in return for my emotions' meant. I guess there was a story behind that, a story that he would be hesitant to share, a story that for some reason, I was curious to learn about.

Sigh.

"A kobo for your thoughts."

Oooooooooooooooo God, please not again.

Oh but from the reflection I was seeing through the screen of my phone, it was Dave. Again, again.

Maybe if I ignore him , he'll probably get the message and fuck the hell off. 

From the corner of my eye, I saw him taking a seat beside me with elegant demeanor.

Gah! Just why? Why oh why does it have to be me?

"You've barely touched your food!" He pointed out in a lame attempt to begin a conversation and I rolled my eyes so hard that it was a wonder they didn't fall off.

Like a moron couldn't deduce that with his eyes closed.

After a minute of silence, he spoke up again.

"You know, I wonder why you ignore someone as important as I am that often. Do you like the chase?"

I would have been surprised if I didn't know how much of a cocky bozo dear senior Dave could be.

"You know, I wonder why you haven't shoved your bloody importance up your sorry ass." 

I was about to flee when I noticed a printed picture of …..her fall out of the leatherback book that looked very familiar. I suddenly found breathing very hard to achieve.

Crap!

"What are you doing with this?!" I demanded harshly as I snatched up the picture.

It was a recent one, a very, very recent one. I looked around wildly to catch dozens of curious glances thrown my way.

They shouldn't see my Tiny like this, no one will see my Tiny like this. I won't let anyone see my Tiny like this. They don't deserve to see my Tiny like this.