Chapter 3

"I miss you."

"You can't miss something you didn't have." I folded my lab gown and shoved my books in my bag.

"Tell me what are you thinking. I wanna know your thoughts. " He reached out for my bag. I tried prying it from him but he just started walking down the plight of stairs. Only to wait for me when he noticed I didn't followed suit.

"I feel like I'm a living pit. A hollow excavation of nothingness. You can dig deeper all you want, you won't get anything, you won't get anywhere. "

The lampposts illuminated golden gleams and sheer silhouettes,  contrasting shadows that made him looked ethereal. Like an Olympian god that left his throne to meet a mere mortal.

"Why are you so afraid? "
His voice was soothing like the silent night. Like right now.

But I know I had yet to destroy these frolic fantasies.

"Because you loving me is a mistake. " I got my tote bag and walked past him.

"Then, be my mistake. "

"I have had so much. I don't need more." I skid to a halt and looked at him over my shoulders.

"Zen, I love you. No more fancy words. "

I tamed the inner conflict about to morph into a chaotic cascade of conceited choices.

The heart wants what it wants but the brain breaks every illusion of an us.

The possibility only swimming in the outskirts of what ifs.

"Love is not a virtue but a vice. "

"If love is a vice. Then, I want more of you. I'm addicted to no one else but you. " He came closer. I wanted him to.

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered free.

I think I'm delusional or is he closing in the gap between us?

I had my answer.

In a fleeting featherlight peck on my cheeks.

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