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Minutes have passed.

Hours have passed.

Days have passed.

They say that time's supposed to heal you, but I've got no healing in me.

One by one, people keep leaving me, especially the ones I love. Mom, Eugene, who else? Now that I've finally met my father, will he leave me too?

I shook my head, wiping the ugly tears off my face. It's been a week since Eugene left, and it's been a difficult moment for me to cope. His funeral was four days ago. And as promised, I sang for him. I sang 7 years by Lucas Graham, a song so relatable to everyone.

And yes, I still remember that gloomy day. Everyone dressed in black. Eugene's parents crying in loud sobs, complaining about how sad their son's life was and how cruel god was. The church was filled with nothing but grief that day. I hated funerals, I hated the sad stories being told, I hated the crying people, I hated every single thing about a funeral.

And of course, there was this one thing that dreaded me the most. The six foot long casket laid in front of everyone, and that particular sight make my stomach twist and churn. I could have never imagined Eugene inside, and I would have never imagined that too.

When it was my turn to speak, I was already lost for words. I seemed mental, with bloodshot eyes and a croaky voice. My eyes ran out of tears and I felt like crying out blood instead. My heart was pounding so vigorously, as if it had a life of its own and wanted to run away to a far place.

It was awful. The whole thing was awful. And when his friends and family started to pray for him, I nearly puked.

It was six in the evening, and I was buried deep in a pool called depression. My life is insane. Someone please unbind the chains holding me back.

Suddenly my phone rang and I took a glance at the caller ID.

"Hey" I spoke, my voice still in a very bad mode.

"Hey, Charles. You okay? You ran out to nowhere last week. I'm really worried about you, you haven't picked up your phone for the last few days. Are you- "

"I'm fine, James" I say, cutting him off.

"Oh. Okay. So um..... I'm thinking about watching a movie. Wanna come? It'll distract you from whatever that's making you feel blue."

"Uh..... Okay. Sure then."

I guessed it might be nice to forget about everything for a while. I got up and pulled on a jacket and took a glance at myself in the mirror. Ugh, I looked horrible. My hair was going in all directions and I had bags underneath my eyes. Not to mention that my cheeks were hollow and I had drastically lost a whole lot of weight.

Isn't it just funny how nature works? How you get hit by depression and everything just turns away from you. It's sad, it's real sad. And the things you'll have to deal with.... Better not to think about it.

I had to take exact directions from James, since I've never been to his house. I heard his roommate was out and about, and that he lived in a flat in the corner of London.

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"Hi" James greeted, giving me a small hug.

I gave a smile back at him, but he didn't smile back. He was stunned to see my state, a hurt worthless person on the edge of getting mental. But at least he didn't say anything, which was sort of a relief for me. After all, I wasn't in the mood for any kind of conversation.

"Netflix and chill?"

"Netflix and chill of course."

I sat on the cream colored couch in the living room. The place was welcoming and well lit, unlike mine which was all dark and gloomy. Even though there was boys living here, the place was neat and tidy, which took me by surprise.

A moment later, James came back with a bowl of popcorn and cokes. He sat beside me as we watched the screen in front of us. Only that I wasn't paying attention. I was too lost in my own grief.

"Charlie, you um..... You wanna talk about it?" James ask, looking at me in concern.

"I.... I'd rather not." I replied before sending him a reassuring smile.

"Oh. Okay. Just let me know cause I'd be there for you." He said before giving me a hug.

It was sort of comforting for me, his arms wrapped around me and his cologne just spreading in the air. The brown wavy locks of hair fell perfectly on his shoulders and those eyes with intensity, the feeling was undescribable.

His actions were sort of effective as I really did felt comforted. It was odd how he held me resembled my mom, and it was quite soothing to have his arms around me.

"Thank you." I mumbled, my face on his chest, as I breathed in a breath of his cologne.

It was a moment or two in which we stayed this way, before I decided to get up to switch the television channels.

"Sherlock Holmes suck" James said as he popped a few popcorns into his mouth.

"I disagree. He's simply amazing. But Watson's a complete idiot."

"I agree on that."

A few shows passed and time got by quickly. The bowls of popcorn had disappeared and my stomach felt so greasy from all the fat. Ew gross. As I was about to get up for a drink of water, the lighting went off and there was a blackout.

"Shit."

"Shit."

We both cursed at the same time. Blackouts have had to be the most annoying things in life. I could sense James presence beside me, but it was too dark to make and outlines of anything.

"Do you have a torch or something?" I asked, getting up.

"I do. But it's in the cupboard inside my room."

"Oh. Okay, I'll go get it."

"Wait -"

James grabbed my wrist and turned me around. I couldn't see anything but I could feel that he was very close. Very close indeed, cause I could feel his breath hitting my face.

"There's something I've wanting to tell you." He said.

"Seriously? Can't I go get the torch first? Besides, it's pitch black in here."

"Well, I think it's the right time."

I was a bit puzzled but I just sat down beside him.

"Charles."

"Yeah?"

"There's something going on actually. And it took me some time to think about it again and again. I'm not sure how you're gonna react to it but..... Here it goes."

And with that, he crashed his lips into mind, making my mind blank.

....

....

....

Isn't it just awkward to just be in a situation you've never been in?

And yes, I was in that particular situation, with a hundred thoughts running in my mind. How? Why? And particularly, who?

James lips were soft on mine and the taste of coffee lingered on my tongue as we kissed. Wait, are we kissing? How is this even happening?

"James. Wait." I said pulling our lips apart and I pushed his chest away. Thank god there was a blackout, it felt easier not having to see each other's faces.

"I'm so sorry! I had no idea what I just did, I..... Ever since you bumped into me on a cold Friday night, there was something from you that was pulling me, I know I had no chance with you, but somehow..... It was just nice, you know? To fall in love again. I'm so sorry to do what I just did, just go ahead and slap me.

I know we've been friends for a moment but .... Can you go out with me? Okay, this seems crazy but- "

I cut his sentence short. By kissing him back. And that, was crazy of me.

I put my hands his chest, slightly closing my eyes. Soon, I felt his arms slowly wrapped around my waist. I eyelids slid open partially so that I can see his face, one of complete comfort and acceptance.

I pull the nape of his neck as he deepened the kiss. He pulls me closer and licked my lower lips asking for entrance in which I parted my lips hesitantly, allowing him to explore my cavern fighting for dominance, in which he didn't let me win.

He eagerly explore every crook and cranny inside my mouth. As we parted, I couldn't help but to blush like crazy.

"Wow. That was...... Fast?"

I was too embarrassed so I just stayed silent, still with the taste of him inside my mouth. My hands were still around him neck, and our chests were close and so was our faces.

"Was that a yes?" James asked, pulling me closing.

"That was a yes" I said, before giving him a slight peck. Maybe I should let people into my life. Maybe it might be nice to have someone around.

"James. Question four."

"Yeah? Go on."

"I just... Will you..... Ah never mind, what time is it?"

And with that, I simply wasted a precious question, because I was too afraid to ask him. To ask him whether he would leave me. Just like the ones I loved....

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Kill. Me. Please. I have. A . nosebleed...

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