Moving in Circle

Mom used to say that when you miss someone, even looking at the path he took would ease the longing. But you'd miss him even more soon after.

[Kei's POV]

She's awfully quiet. It's almost like she's not there at all. She's steering the wheel, looking straight in front but not really watching. Losing your attention while driving is dangerous, kid! Snap out of it. Kei steals a glance at Day beside him. She's awfully out of character - well not entirely true. She has always been a brooding kid, retreating to her dark cave every now and then whenever she feels like it. Not even Kei can enter her mind when she does that. And that is saying something. Kei is her after all. He's the product of her misery, of her loneliness. But that doesn't mean that Kei understands her entirely. But she does. Entirely. 

"It's okay. I'm just taking a detour" she says, answering to Kei's beaming inner thought.

"I know this road" Kei notices. Yes.. the trail is very familiar. She doesn't come here that often but when she does she ends up hurting herself. Something Kei hates. Kei nervously reaches for her arm. 

"Don't. I know what I'm doing. It's not like we're gonna see him anyway." She says, masking her true feeling under a gleeful smile. She's nervous. She's missing him so much. That's the truth. It's so obvious that it makes Kei's blood boils in rage. Stop thinking about that guy. You're hurting yourself. He knows she can hear him even though the scream doesn't leave his lips.

"Relax. We're not living in a cheap drama where it's always easy to bump into someone you miss" the last word is muffled behind her teeth. She pulls up that obnoxious fake smile again. There's a hint of sadness in the corner of her eyes. Who are you trying to fool, Day? Stop it..

The closer they are to the new house by the junction the more apparent her nervousness is. Her heart beats faster, lips stripped of colour and her fingers trembles against the steering. And there he is. Just like in the novel. It's almost magical to see the very guy Day's heart is fixed to just walks out of the house heading to his white Honda. A glance is enough to prove that the guy in red t-shirt, sling bag across his chest is him. He still looks the same. Same walk. Same style. The same guy Day has being seeing in her dreams.

For a second, she smiles in all honesty. Her cheeks are painted with dusty pink. She watches him and wishes she could throw away that cap from his lush curls. She never really like curly hair but damn he looks good in his dark curls. Some of them escape from under his snapback. Was it a snapback? She couldn't tell because as fast as she recognises him, she turns away. But from the corner of her eyes she sees it. She sees them. There is a woman next to him and she's carrying a baby. Out of fear or anger maybe, she couldn't register her face.

She quickly turns to the right, fleeing the scene. Kei is hanging to the seat as Day speeds through the rocky trails to the main road. Her eyes are widen in surprise for the next 5 minutes. He doesn't think she knows where she's heading to anymore. She just needs to escape as soon as possible. 

She finally hit the brake when they reach the beach. Her forehead rests on the steering. Kei hears a small sobbing, almost like a choking sniff. Kei reaches for Day's shoulder. He wants to comfort her. He wants her to cry in his chest but Day held out her arm.

"Leave me for a bit, will you Kei?"

And Kei obeys. Day is alone again in the car as she has been all the time.

Kei doesn't know how long he's away from her but by the time he finds himself sitting next to Day again, the tears have already dried. Tears for someone else. As much as Kei hate to see her cry, he would rather have the cry belong to him instead. Not for some guy who has already forgotten about Day. He would have treated her better. He wouldn't let those tears ever escaping unless it is because she's too happy to stop it from falling. Kei pulls Day to his embrace.

"It's okay. I got you..".

Mom used to say that when you miss someone, even looking at the path he took would ease the longing. But you'd miss him even more soon after.

I don't.. It's not longing that I feel.. This is pure torture. 


~Fin~

p/s: Listen to "We don't talk anymore" by Charlie Puth. It's being ringing my head for the whole day now. Oh my god

p/p/s: I wanted to draw a two-pages comic on this but I can't bring myself to do it. Ahh.. I really need to practice my stroke more.

p/p/p/s: Hahaha.. Sorry.. I can't help myself but do watch this choreo cover for the song. It's so pretty.