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Guilty Pleasure

 

 

 

 

 

"Hey"

I lifted my head from the book when I heard a familiar voice in front of me.

It's Brandon, so I decided to stand up and greet him.

"Hey Brandon" I replied and smiled to him as usual. Without any expectation, his big arms spreaded out and pulled me in, I was surprised.

Not that I wasn't use to him holding me-- but I wasn't expecting it.

It was easy to fall in to his arms. His scent was still the same, sweet and clean, with a little mix of a cigarette's smell-- it was odd because I hate cigarette, and now I like the scent of it-- as if it was luring me to him.

"How are you?" That was a simple question to ask, but since I haven't seen him for a while, I needed to know how has he been.

"!? Wo--" I felt like I was blown away. He lifted me up from the ground!

"Haha--! You're so light" He swung me around like I was a little kid.

Then he stopped, and let me on my feet again. I felt dizzy.

"....... Liar" There was no way that I could be so light as he said. I knew that I wasn't that fat but that didn't mean that I'm light.

He chuckled before decided to sit on the grass.

"Come come" He patted the ground in front of him, implying me to sit there.

--It was wrong. Totally wrong! I couldn't sit there. He-- wasn't wrong but it was me!

"What?" He asked again, with that smile on his face. I looked at him and noticed some changes. He was in a white coat which looked like he was wearing a suit-- which I always adore men in white-- and above all,

"You shaved?" He used to grow beard for the scene we were going to be in-- no, we were suppose to be in.

He was out.

I was sad but I couldn't do anything about that. He wasn't the one that make the rules.

"Yeah" He chuckled again, still patting his hand on the ground.

I gave up.

"All---right" I sat on the grass, in front of him, ready to be pulled in that arms again-- and he did.

I snuggled up in his arms. It was warm, as usual, and I felt a great wave of peacefulness in me.

"You're so cold, need some blood?" That was our joke. I never know why but it seems like my body is cold to the touch.

Yes. Since the first time that he touched my hand, he said my hand was freezing. Then-- he started holding me, as if he was afraid that I would freeze to death.

"No--- come on" I pouted. His embrace was tighter.

"How's the scene going?"

I froze. His voice was down, I could tell.

"We got a replacement....." I bit my lip. Was that the best I could say to him? I wished I could find a better word but-- reality kicked in.

"I see..."

"... I feel so bad that you weren't in the scene anymore" --That was the truth. I missed him being in the scene.

Brandon didn't say anything more. He tighten his arms and said to me "I miss you..."

At the moment. I could feel my heart's pounding so hard that I wished it would stop. So I changed my position a little, to avoid letting him know that-- I don't want to ruin this.

"I miss you too..." I replied.

I didn't know when did this happen. I never realized that he meant a lot. Well, not that a lot 'a lot' but a lot more than I expected it would. Up until before he left the scene, I never thought about this kind of feeling before. Not seeing him around made me become the other person.

Funny? but it was true.

When he was still around, in the class and in the scene, I got along with everyone in the class (and everyone in the scene). Now--? I was there, in class, sat on the chair, and no one seemed to see me!

What happened? It was like I'd lost something. Was it because of him?

I got the answer now, when I was in his arms. I wished, deep down inside, that I could stay like this forever.

"It's good seeing you"

That was the sign. He will leave soon.

My wish couldn't come true of course! His embrace wasn't for me.

This wasn't where I belong even though I longed to be here.

"Me too!" I smiled and decided to get up, leaving the warmth I loved.

Yes. I loved being there. It hurted me now that I realized my feeling.

"You still have class?" Brandon smiled.

"Yeah-- one more. You?"

"I'm done for today. I'll head home haha-- my fiancee's waiting"

I laughed. Hurted, but that was what I've always been awared of.

"Ok-- ok--" I smiled to him once more before waving my hand.

"See ya later Hana"

"See ya"

And he left.

He has a fiancee. That's why I don't belong there. Whatever his intention in holding me was, I don't want to know. I was already wrong to feel this happiness when he holds me.

It's complicated-- but I know I can handle it. It hurts, a little, maybe a lot, but I can handle it.

I'm not immature anymore.

As long as I'm feeling good, and he wasn't try to do anything more than that. I'm not going to put an end to this.

It's my guilty pleasure.

 

 

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