Reverie - Three

You sighed again. My neck is itching to look back and ask you what’s wrong. But I know what’s wrong, I am what’s wrong, I am the reason why. I swallowed hard contemplating on how I should’ve told you not to come instead of being excited when you said you would. But that can’t be changed now, can it? You just can’t ride the first plane back home now that you’re here, you can’t just leave me. I looked down as I walked, feeling bad about all of this, it wasn’t my idea I thought, it’s yours. It’s not my fault why you didn’t like me, not my fault why you didn’t like all of this. I didn’t force you to come, I just said yes right away when you asked me if I wanted you to come here, that’s not a sin, is it? You asked me after all.
Nikki?
Your voice sounded sweet when you called my name, I remembered the kiss again. Of all places, of all circumstances, why am I remembering your kiss and the way you made my knees wobble here?

--> To be Continued.

Reverie - Two

My friend dropped us somewhere I’m not too familiar with. But I know where to go and what to ride. I don’t know a lot of places but trust me, I’m never lost. Your backpack must be heavy for I saw you tilt your head and shoulders forward but you quickly braced up again and looked around you warily. The place is filled with smoke from Jeeps and Tricycles. I know you’re not used to that. I bit my lip and scanned the place quickly, just so I could get you out of here.

I held the handle of your luggage, getting ready to pull it towards the street where the bus stops are. I haven’t seen it yet, nor have I been in this place all my life but I’m fairly sure that we’re going the right way. If not, then screw me, I know you’d be really disappointed and annoyed at me. You looked terribly tired and I don’t want to mess with directions right now. I should be sure.

I pulled your luggage but found myself glued to where I was standing. You held my arms into a halt, I quickly turned around worriedly, praying that we’re both safe, especially you. You just nodded at me while you pushed my hand away from your luggage, claiming the handles completely yours. I just wanted to help, I looked at you, words forming in my mouth but then I disregarded the idea and walked on. I could hear the small wheels of your luggage rolling above the rough cement, your faint footsteps and your sigh.

Was that the start of your disappointment? I can’t help but wander as I clutched the bag swung over my shoulder. I wanted to look back and see for myself, probably see how your face looked like when you’re sad, or mad, or worried, or what I fear most the entire time, disappointed. But I didn’t look back, I tried to concentrate on the way ahead of me, find the damn bus stations and maybe relax a bit. Because I’m quite certain that as long as I hadn’t found a place wherein you could put down those heavy bags, you would keep your lips in that same frowning thin line.

I never thought that you’re the silent type as I am, but then again, I’m like this when I feel awkward, and this silence is damn straight awkward, the more I should stay silent. I’m not sure if talking might cheer you up or worse, annoy you even more. I just kept my mouth shut, still scanning the place that I’m completely, strangely unfamiliar of. Considering that this is my country and you’re just some foreigner walking behind me, I should know better. I prayed for some luck, I badly needed them, I know.