Fears

"Heh… time sure flies by…" I say with a soft, shallow, diminished voice. I place the brown, dusty picture frame of Hika, my father and me at grade-school back to its place, next to the window. I gently close the blue, old, dusted curtains and walk out of the room; I look back at it once more and then turn off the lights and close the door. I walk over to my bedroom, "I got my pick, now time to drown in music, I guess.." I pick up my black acoustic guitar and sit down on my white sheeted bed, one dangling off the bed and the other leg over the other; and my curly black hair loose, its points itching my neck, shoulders and cheeks, tempted to tie it up I let out a heavy sigh and just let it loose.

A few hours later

I place the black acoustic guitar on the white sheeted bed, I stand up, I go over to a spacious area and do some stretches, after finishing my stretches and cleaning my room I look out the window with a sorrow look in my eyes, "I might as well go for a run." I put on some sporting shorts and a lightweight shirt; I get a water bottle from the refrigerator. I walk over the hallway and grab my sport shoes out of the old wooden closet. I put them on with a bit of struggle, "Time to head out."

I take the bus to a park nearby, the trees are still, the seats are empty, it's quiet, the air smells like a rainy day of a funeral, a cold breeze blows on my face and through my black, curly hair. My noes gets' itchy from the cold breeze, "Perfect." I say with a monotone, sarcastic voice. I take out my phone and connect it to my Bluetooth earphones, I put on my 'vibe' playlist and start my jog. Whilst jogging my mind fills with thoughts about everything that happened recently, "I wonder If Celia actually likes me.", "Why is Hika here?", "Why is he here of all places?", "How's he been the past few years?", "I wonder when me and Celia are going out to the theme park."

"urgh, enough thinking. Let's just enjoy the breeze." I say whilst slowly going faster.

Around 30 minutes later

After minutes of heavy breathing, I finally managed to calm down. I open the cap of my water bottle and I throw a bit of water on my face, "Argh, refreshing!" I wipe my face with my hand and shake my head, trying to get rid of any remaining water. I drink the bottle empty and decide to walk home. On my way home I think about what to do, "Well, I should apologize to Hika.. I'll do that when I se-"

My thoughts get interrupted by a heavy slap on my back, "Well, speak of the devil, heha!" He says whilst he giggles.

I look behind me, "Hi-Hika?" startled I say whilst I jump away from him.

"Geez, why are you acting so surprised. Anyways, how've you been?"

"B-because I didn't expect to s-see y-you? Ah, I- I'm okay. What about yourself?" I say whilst I look away and fiddle with my fingers.

"You didn't expect to see me? Well, I did promise that I'll always come back and take care of you. I'm doin good! I got my life together and I'm living it to the fullest." He says with a slight warm-full smile.

I Look to my left, trying to ignore eye-contact and deny that he's smiling at me. I see two kids playing with a red, black-striped ball across the street, their mother gently smiling at them for a few seconds and continues to go back to folding clothes, their father comes out of the house and plays with the two kids. Staring at them with a gentle warm-full smile, I hear Hika letting out a sight, so softly that I could barely hear it, yet loud enough that I could notice it, like a needle falling on the ground in an empty room.

"Rozale… My psychologist asked if they could meet you…"