A Book Of Random Writings

Please Don't Go

I was all alone in my room, the day had just begun as it was only a few hours after I woke up. My parents had left the house, leaving me here with a few things to accompany me during my time in this lonely place.

It was like this sometimes but I never really told my parents about how much I hated being all alone. I never really wanted to sit in front of my laptop all day, my eyes trying hard to not give up on me as I fail to complete a single piece of art. However, today was a bit different.

My mind seemed to always think of a certain someone, his name never stopped playing in my head. It's not that I hated it, it just makes me feel a bit embarrassed. Fortunately, I had the chance to call anyone that I could right now and the thought of hearing his voice made my heart slightly flutter. But it was still 8:17 am and knowing him, he might be sleeping at this time. The thought of calling him and waking him up from his sleep made me curl up in fear as I scrolled up through my contact list.

My finger hovered over the call button, my mind debating if I should wait for 9:00 and see if he was awake. I wanted to hear his voice so badly but I don't wanna disturb him at all. He was one of my bestfriends aside from a few more people that I trust. He was one of the few people that I would turn to when I'm having a bad day, I'd even feel guilty when I'd talk to him when I know he also has his own problems. Drowned in a sea of thoughts, I unknowingly tapped my phone and it proceeded to ring as it tried to contact my friend.

I panicked, what if he was still sleeping? What if I disturbed him?

What if he didn't have the time to listen to me?

The rustling of bedsheets snapped me from my panicked gaze as I came into realization that he answered my call. I stayed silent for a bit, I didn't know what to say.
"Hello?" The tired, husky, voice said and I responded with a simple hello too. I called his name and waited for a few seconds until I asked if he was ok. He just woke up, I thought as he said that my call woke him up. A few parts of our conversation were not really understood by me but I almost didn't care. I wanted to hear his voice and it made me happy to hear him talk to me. I sat in the corner as I happily listened to him talk.

The conversation went normally but I felt tears collect in my eyes. I began sobbing quietly, hoping that he wouldn't hear my silent cries of loneliness. He seemed to notice and he called my name. "Are you crying?"(?) I never wanted to show him how weak I can be but here I am, crying like a 6 year-old child. He attempts to comfort me in the best way that he could and I feel touched. But soon he had to go and he had to end the call. "I have to go now, if that's ok with you." I hesitantly agreed but deep inside I wanted to let him stay. I wanted to talk to him more and I wanted to hear his voice too. But in the end, we bid our farewells and I hung up.

I sat in the corner once more, my teardrops running down my cheeks. I wish I could tell him how much I wanted him to stay. I told him it was ok for him to go but deep inside, I really wanted to tell him,

"Please don't go."

A/N
So this just popped up in my head as I was thinking about some sad or maybe a few romantic moments for my other stories. I have this notebook that I plan to fill with titles for my future stories but considering my lazy attitude and horrible writing skills, I don't know if all those titles will have a future lmao

Have some art I made.