Chapter 77: RICHARD
Two weeks.
I watched her. From afar, I monitored her movements.
Those days felt like eternity, each day - a long tiring stretch of what I wanted and what I couldn’t have.
My nights were even more stretched. I remember always laying awake, reminiscing on the images I had collected of her for the day with my eyes.
The way her brows furrow when she’s thinking. That face she makes when she catches me staring. The way her eyes glaze just before she practically runs out of the class. The smear of mayonnaise on the right edge of her lips.
These images were consolation. They made me smile and feel a kinda
giddiness I couldn’t explain.
They made me ache for her even more. When I eventually closed my eyes to sleep with a smile on my lips - an effect of a memory, she stalks my dreams as well.
I once read that when you miss someone, there’s a probability that he/she will appear in your dreams. And Mel did, every night.
I think there’s this point one would get at something and it feels like the risk is worth taking. It’s almost like one would say,
"Fuck it, I’m going to do this. Whatever happens, let it happen"
It is that point when the tugs of the heart overrides that of the reasoning pulls of the mind.