My fear of getting caught grows more as I become familiar with the place I'm currently standing in. I look around and realize that everything is still in the same place as it was when I last stepped foot in this room. I smile as my fear gets comforted with amusement.
He hasn't changed.
I take in the smell. I close my eyes and reminisce on the memories we've made here. The stupid movies we've watched, the laughs we've shared, all the love we made, all the arguments we-
My eyes jump open as I hear footsteps. I try to tune everything out so that I can hear carefully. My heartbeat speeds up when I realize that my worst fear is about to come true. It's him.
My mind moves a mile a minute. Where can I hide? I cant leave the room because if i remember correctly everything can be seen in the hallway. I frantically search for a hiding place. Everything is out in the open.
It's going to happen. He's going to walk into his room and see me standing here with a stupid look on my face. He can't see me. Please Lord don't let this man see me.
It's my only chance. I open it and realize that it's packed with a bunch of boxes. I don't care I squeeze through so that I can hide behind them. As his footsteps sound closer I pray that he doesn't need anything in this closet.
The door creeps open. He enters. I close my eyes trying to picture his face and his movement. My heart is now beating so loud that I think he can hear it. I try to calm myself down.
How the hell did I get here? When did I leave my house? WHY am I here?
I rack my brain for any hints. Nothing.
I don't understand why this is happening. We haven't seen each other in two years. Out of all the possible places I can be why he-
Door shuts closed. My eyes bolt open as I hear his footsteps distancing. He left. He's gone. The adrenalin is now taking a toll as I feel my hands shaking. I exhale loudly.
I have to get out of here before anyone finds me. I squeeze pass the boxes again exiting the closet. I put my ear to the door so I can figure where exactly he is. Even if I don't leave the house, I have to leave this room. It's suffocating.
I hear noise in the next room. His sister. How long has she been here? Was she always here? Doesn't matter, I HAVE TO LEAVE this room.
I take one last long glance at this room and decided the coast was clear to go into the one next to it. I make sure that I close the door quietly behind me before moving on.
I speed walk into her room so swiftly, But the faces that meet me aren't the ones that I was expecting. His sister is there of course, but so are MY cousins. Before I can begin to question, I hear his footsteps again and they're getting closer.
"I need somewhere to hide. Please. He can't know I'm here"
She points to her bureau. Before I can say anything I jump in and she closes the little doors behind me. I'm sitting behind what seems to be a two way mirror. Her room door opens. He enters.
His smile. Still as beautiful as I remember. He says something to the girls and they all respond. I stare at his face.
He's still the same. Some age to him after the two years but he's still... beautiful.
My heart begins to beat loud again. Its deafening and my breathing hastens. I close my eyes to try to relax myself. I open them and stare at him once again.
He talks, slowly surveying the room then he looks at the mirror.
Can he see me? No he can't see me, there's no fucking way!
He keeps staring, narrowing his eyebrows as if he's concentrating on something.
I'm numb. I can't move. I can't blink. I can't breathe.
He steps closer not taking his eyes off me. How can he know I'm here?
He tells the girl open the bearer. She obliges and there I am.
All eyes are on me. His eyes are on me. Full of shock, wonder, and pain. I can read it all in his light brown eyes. He just stares.
I can only imagine what he has to say. I fear that it'll be insulting. That he'll physically remove me and we'll fight like we once did. That he'll tell me how much he hates me. But nothing he just stares.
His eyes tell me he wants to say so much to me but he doesn't. He just stares....
And what about me? I feel a sting in my heart. Like a buckets of tears are getting ready to fall from my eyes. My heart feels fear. The fear I've had since the day I decided that distancing myself from him was the best for the both of us. The fear of how my heart will react if we were to ever be in each other's presence again. My brain has many thoughts. It tell me to say something but I can't. I'm numb. So I just stare....
How long have we been like this? A minute, 10? 20? All I know is I can't move.
Something must of sparked him because he gives me one embarrassed glance then walks away.
I'm still numb.
Then I wake up....