It’s afternoon and you two sit in front of each other. Cups of coffee on the table, and some soaked tissues.

He is your best friend, and you are his. You grew up together, and he was always there for you.

He was the only one who could always find you at the end of the day, when you were playing hide and seek. Your hiding place was too difficult for others to seek, and they lacked the motivation he had.

He is the one who can always find you when you disappear and want to be alone after a bad score or a bad break-up.

Like this time.

***

“How did you find me?” she asked.

He smirked and reached for his coffee.

“Like you need to ask.”

It’s easy, really. He told her years ago. Her hiding place was always the same tiny coffee shop they discovered together back in high school. They were looking for hiding place for their newest teenager mischief.

It is a secret they both keep until now. The pack of Marlboro, their frustration when the cigarette wouldn’t just light up, the coughs, and their laughs when they realized that they sucked at smoking.

The place too, a secret they don’t tell to others. Not even to the person they were currently dating even though it is perfect for a first date. It is theirs, and theirs only to share.

“Why can’t I just fall in love with you?”

“I don’t know. Have you tried?”

“Countless times.”

There was another secret they kept, one kiss that never left their lips or the cinema seats they were at that day. She made the first move, it was a moment of truth. And yet, it has never been spoken of. It was buried, under all the hopes and guilt.

“I wish I could have loved you.”

“Yeah, I wish that too.”

She laughed. It was good to finally said that out loud, letting go of all the scenarios of what they could have been

He swallowed a tear.

***

It’s afternoon and you two sit in front of each other.

He is your best friend, and you are his. You grew up together, and he was always there for you.

He was the one who could always find you at the end of the day, in a game of hide and seek or after a nasty break up.

Only this time, he decides that it’s time he looks for someone else.

2 thoughts on “

    1. “Multiple exclamation marks,” he went on, shaking his head, “are a sure sign of a diseased mind.”

      By Sir Terry Pratchett

      Anyway, thank you for reading, as always.

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