I woke up to the smell of coffee which is very strange because I live alo- I just remembered that Micheal slept over. Since we already planned on going together to meet the unknown stranger, he decided to stay the night.
I took my time in brushing my teeth and throwing on Micheal's shirt with my boy shorts under and walked downstairs almost bumping into Micheal.
"Hey, I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed; figured you were tired" he said manoeuvring himself to give me a peck on my lips.
I smiled before assisting him with the tray of food and we both went back to the room. Breakfast consisted of toast, eggs and coffee. We both ate slowly with me deep in my thoughts no doubt it was because of what lay ahead of me.
I hadn't thought far about this whole situation- yes I wanted to see the person behind the flowers and the notes but after that, what next? And most importantly, why do I badly want to see the person? A part of me already knew the answer; nobody in my new life knew about my love for that particular flower so it had to be someone from my past life and more specifically if I didn't want to deceive myself, that would be Chris. For the why part, I so badly wanted to see him after all these years, how had he turned out? Is he still with Emily? Had he regretted all he did?
I don't know if I wanted to face him, I didn't even know if I wouldn't break down by just seeing his face. The last I remembered of him was he and Emily kissing with matching outfits right after our graduation. Why was I even thinking about all these? Did I still have li- I stopped my wandering thoughts there and then. I'm not about to go down that line. He cheated, we broke up, I moved and right now I have a man that I love so much. I wasn't even sure it was Chris yet and my mind is already in turmoils.
I looked down at my plate to see it already empty; I must have been so carried away with my thoughts to have noticed that. I noticed Micheal staring.
"What is it? Do I have anything on my face or what?"
"Nothing, you just seemed too busy thinking about something...is anything the matter"
"I'm fine, I just got carried away that's all"
I sipped on my coffee and in no time finished it.
"Let me get home to have my bath and get some change of clothes. I'll come back to drive you" Micheal said already standing up
"Since this is becoming like your routine, why not drop some of your clothes over?" I said trying to lessen the earlier tension
"I might take you up on that offer who knows"
When Micheal left I stayed on my bed trying to relax and think. There were so many thoughts running through my mind. I stood up and went into my dad's room; I had not stepped my foot inside his room since his death. In the quietness of the whole house I realized how lonely I was- no mother, no father, no friends. After the episode with Christian and Emily I guess I just gave up on friendships. I don't know what I would have done without Micheal and I hope he just stays with me. Bad things just always seem to happen to everyone I love and I can't seem to stop it. Its like I was bound to be unhappy- mother died in a car crash, father died to stroke and I lost Christian and Emily.
Sighing, I took the picture album that was on the reading table and started going through it; each picture I saw brought a new wave of memory- pictures of mum carrying me with dad holding mum's waist, mum and dad's wedding, mum on the hospital bed when I was about to be born. My throat was clogged with so much unshed tears that I slammed the book closed and ran to my room.
I didn't know I had started crying until my tears hit my cheeks. I slid down with my back to the closed door as my tears continued.
After a while, I got up to wash myself and dress to meet whosoever it was. I tried to play some music to improve my mood but it wasn't working, my mood was still the same. I got out from the shower and threw on a baggy top and joggers with my slides not really in the mood to dress up; my hair was still kinda damp from my shower so I just pulled it up in a messy bun. Inspecting my eyes, I saw they were still a bit red from my earlier tears- Micheal would have a fit if he knew I waa crying; he's really sweet. There was nothing I could do to get the redness off so I just picked up a pair of sunglasses to cover it up. I rubbed a chapstick on my lips, sprayed my perfume, grabbed my phone and purse and went downstairs.
I was surprised when I saw Micheal already waiting, I didn't even hear him come in. We moved to his car and my heart couldn't stop pounding.