Epitome of a Hero

Pint of magic

Kyle blinked several times and I bet he noticed how shy she looked in front of him. For the first time since I got here, she surfaced out to speak to the boy she liked but always had hidden from.

“I-I wanted to show you s-something in the notebook.”

She kept stuttering as she spoke causing Kyle to looked as nervous as hell. You’re making him reflect your condition. I wanted to laugh as I felt the shivers in our hand, it’s like the fever was flushed out of the system and was replaced by this freezing temperature from her nervousness.

“O-okay.” Kyle answered and he stood slowly to get the sketch notebook from the desk. “T-this one?”

Why are they both so scared to talk to each other??? No wonder they have been so far apart all these years.

Tricia nodded eagerly like a kid she was. He opened the notebook and opened it. Immediately looking amazed at what he saw.

“Are these your drawings? He asked as he leaped through the pages. Tricia was just watching him as he did and her heart skipped a beat when he stopped by the sketch which she wanted him to see--- her sketches of him. He leaped the pages a little more and as he did, you will see it in his eyes, the adoration and joy altogether.

“How did you—“

“I liked you for a long time too…”

At long last! Tricia said it without running away!

I laughed as I watched what was happening but then the thought of disappearing just after this moment made me rethink everything I have done. I think the time for me to go is coming.

Thank you…

A voice went inside my head and before I realized it, I resurfaced once again in her body.

“Why am I here again?” I mumbled, wondering why she went out once again.

“Uhm…” Kyle looked at me, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Oh…

Panic suddenly arose in my chest and I start fiddling with the blanket that covered me. When I looked back at him once again, his eyes calmed my pounding heart and I found the right thing to say.

 “I wish we—we could have more time to know one another.”

Kyle smiled making me do as well. He held the sketch book as if it was a sacred treasure and laid it on his lap before pulling the chair closer to the bed.

“I promise we’ll have time to know one another better,” he said while reaching out his pinky at me. I felt my pinky wrapped around his and at that time, it felt magical.