It's been a few days since I saw her out of her house. My neighbor, Kia. She was a kind person, wise most of the time. But then, a few weeks ago, she just...stopped coming out of her house.

I grew worried overtime, constantly pacing back and forth inside my bedroom. I don't know why I was concerned and engrossed over an acquaintance, yet I think I have an idea why.

I had always been timid around new people, often stuttering. I lacked social abilities, making my life pretty hard without support from my non-existent friends.

But she was there.

If I ever needed help, she was there. A large obnoxious grin across her face, quite unfitting for her dead and cold brown eyes. Yet, she still managed to stay...beautiful, in my eyes.

I soon grew attached to her cheerful attitude, developing feelings towards her. Embarrassing, but I couldn't help it.

I tried to ignore the feelings but I couldn't. I always flustered around the 6"2 girl, stammering to no end. She was just too...nice.

God, I'm drifting off again.

She barely made a sound in her house, or even leave a text. Sometimes I start to think, she might be dead.

Nah...never.

I scurried over to my desk and held my phone, scrolling through my contacts. I continued to scroll, finally reaching the letter 'K'.

I tapped my finger lightly above her name, bringing the phone up to my ear. It rang and rang for minutes, until a beep finally sounded.

I was brought to her voice mail, just like every time I tried to call.

"H-Hey...um...A-Are you t-there-- I mean o-okay? Just...wanted to say hi...after so long...I hope you're doing alright..."

I stayed silent for a moment, before taking a deep breath and heaving a sigh.

"I'll...I-I'll come over at six. Please don't prepare anything, I'll be fine. I just hope you are..."

I dropped the call, sighing again.

What the hell did I just get myself into?

I threw the phone onto my bed and ruffled my hair, staring up at the clock. '5:22' it read. I planted a palm over my face, angrily growling.

I didn't even have any time to fix myself. I sprinted to my bathroom and took the towel behind the door, shutting it closed.

I took a quick shower, running to my closet after I got out. I picked something casual. A white shirt, red hoodie, jeans, yep.

I looked back at the clock. '5:31' it read.

Okay, I think I went too fast.

I sighed and walked over to the mirror, carefully fixing it with a comb. I went a bit slowly, trying to eat up the time I had left.

After some moments of combing, I finished. I looked at my watch and sat down on the bed, proceeding to put on my shoes.

5:49.

I walked out to my door and twisted the knob, taking in the cold air. I locked the door behind me, glancing around as I did.

I shoved them inside my pockets and looked across the street, seeing the large cream colored house. I made one last check at my hair and sighed, taking careful steps toward the house.

I quickly arrived at the porch, raising my fist over at the door. I knocked softly, quickly putting my hand back down.

I was surprised at the muffled sound of steps coming towards me, expecting no one to answer. The knob shook and turned, the door squeaking in response.

I looked up and saw brown eyes half open, multiple bags under it. Messy black hair twisted in different directions, skin as white as snow.

I stared, seeing her gloomy expression. She stared back, her hands reaching up to the height of her eyes as she held up to fingers, shooting a smile.

"H...H-Heeyyy--!" She stuttered, keeping her smile wide. I didn't reply and continued to gaze, my brow furrowed sadly.

"Why..." I mumbled out, seeing her smile quickly disappear. "...W-Why didn't you answer my damn calls?!" I hollered, my face starting to heat up.

She stood there quietly, keeping a cold poker face as she stared. "I..." I said, barely above a whisper.

I gave the tall figure a tight squeeze, burying my face onto her, um, almost-lacking-but-is-still-there shirt.

"...I was so worried..." I continued, my voice muffled by her shirt. Despite her appearance she was warm, like a fireplace in December.

She didn't budge, but she shook. Greatly. I looked up from my spot slightly, staring at the girl.

She had her eyes shut tight, a trail of liquid started to drip coming out. A few tears dropped on me, but I still continued to watch and stare.

She hesitantly wrapped her hands around my waist, quickly burying her face at the crook of my neck. I let go and awkwardly started to stroke her hair, my face starting to deepen into a bright scarlet.

She continued on for a while, but only stopped when she ran out of tears. She made me stay inside, even when I denied.

I uncomfortably shifted from my spot on the slightly messy couch, taking glances at her as she sadly looked away from my direction.

"I-I, um..." I blurted out, a light pink dusted across my cheeks. "I'm sorry about the mess." She flatly replied, in a cold tone as well.

I stopped and sadly looked down, rubbing my arm. 'Great, she hates me now.' I thought, taking in the silence that started to rise.

She started to mumble, but I couldn't hear it clearly. I was too scared to ask what she said, thinking it might make the situation worse.

"I'm so selfish..." She stated out clearly, getting my gaze in the blink of an eye. "N-No, you're not! You're nice and--"

"I shut myself away just because I heard you liked someone. Haha, isn't it silly..." She cut me off, making me completely stare at her wide-eyed.

What...does that mean..?

I opened my mouth to speak once again, but quickly shut it when I saw her look towards me.

"Goddamn...why do I love you so much?" She muttered, her eyes piercing right through me. I froze in my spot, not budging an inch.

She sighed and looked away once again, not noticing my figure get close."...I already knew it wasn't me so I--"

I quickly closed the space between us, kissing the girl softly. I parted quickly and looked away from her, my face a deep cherry red.

"...I-I'm still new to this love thing...but I love you too."