Crash
837 Words
I exit the taxi and take my baggage as well after having paid the service. The car is driven away, and I'm left alone in front of an apartment block.
A sigh escapes my lips before entering the building. It's weird being here after almost 5 years, but I hope it's worth it.
I decided to move back in order to be with my best friends Craig and Frank as a surprise. Now I'm here, outside their apartment, waiting for any of them to show up.
After a while, I take out my phone to take a selfie and post it on Twitter, tagging them, of course.
« @Frnk_Brns @CrxHaner guess who came to visit? »
I wait a couple of minutes and, finally, Frank replies my tweet with another picture. It shows him and Craig at an airport.
« @AshesToAshby guess who f*****g came to visit as well. »
I frown, tweeting back.
« @Frnk_Brns are you in Fairford? »
« @AshesToAshby no, we are in Jupiter... OF COURSE WE ARE IN FAIRFORD. »
Craig soon joins our conversation.
« @Frnk_Brns @AshesToAshby that timing though. »
I cover my face with my hands. This is stupid.
« @Frnk_Brns @CrxHaner please tell me you're only there for holidays. »
« @AshesToAshby we will study the university here. It was supposed to be a surprise. »
« @Frnk_Brns @CrxHaner WHY DID WE THINK THE SAME DAMN THING? »
I sigh before reading their next tweet.
« @AshesToAshby well, a year alone there won't kill you ;) »
This is malarkey. I kick the door in front of me in anger before taking my baggage and leaving the building.
I head directly to the place I'm renting. I was supposed to ask Craig and Frank to live with me, but now I have a whole house all for myself. G R E A T.
All my stuff is left in the living room. I used to be tired every time I traveled by plane. But, for some weird reason, I'm feeling perfectly fine this time.
I was very excited about this, but not anymore.
What am I supposed to do here? I don't know anyone.
I used to live here before, that's true. But I doubt that any of my old friends are still living here. Feeling lazy of unpacking, I decide to take a little walk. It's getting dark, but I don't really care about that. I just listen to music with my earphones and keep walking without a specific place to go.
Suddenly, a horn is heard nearby. I was about to enter in a coffee shop when someone crashes against me with a bike.
We both fall to the ground, but the cyclist lands a couple of meters farther, taking the worst part.
I get up and approach him, tiredness consuming my body.
"Are you ok?" I ask, nescient of what will happen next.
A pair of blue eyes meet mine, having the same effect as a car crash in my head.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He brushes me off, ignoring my hand and getting up on his own before combing his brown hair with his hand.
"Noah?" I ask, even though I’m entirely sure that he’s Noah Hansen.
However, he doesn't seem to remember me. The man frowns and looks at me in confusion. "Who the hell are you?" He asks, voice making echo in my mind.
"I'm Eric." I say, doubting about explaining the whole reason why I know him.
Surprisingly, the expression on his face doesn’t change.
"f*****g weirdo." He says harshly before picking up his bike and riding away.
Apparently, he ran the red light with the bike and was about to be smashed by a van. I giggle at him. His leg is harmed, but he won't low his pace on the bike until he knows I can't see him.
I head back to my house, feeling glad that it's already furnished. I just lie on the cold, uncovered mattress and look at the ceiling.
Memories fill my mind.
Of course, that man with the bike was Noah, that kid I dearly loved in my early school years and who I had to say goodbye.
However, he doesn't remember anything. Then, how the hell did he forget about me? Maybe he was just acting. Or maybe he hit his head so badly he forgot a lot of stuff from his past. Knowing Noah, that could have actually happened.
I sigh, trying to recall more information from my past.
We had almost daily conversations by phone calls. Then, we only talked during the weekends and then, everything went silence.
I tried to contact him again but failed miserably. Now, that I wasn't even looking for him, he returns. Forcing me to miss him more than ever.
I need to know what happened. Has he actually moved on? Because I haven't.
Fortunately, he's still here. The urge to regain his love fills my body as I continue walking.
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