Somewhere in the Skies

Chapter 2

"You and I were so close back then. It was always fun spending time with you. We always eat meals together and I would always wake you up every morning by loudly knocking at your door."

A heavy sigh broke out of her dry, cracked lips. I tried as hard as I can to recall the things I have done in the past just like everything she said, but still, nothing comes to mind.

"Now, Wesley." She looked down, trying to stifle a tear. "Tell me..." She paused, not taking her eyes off the ground trying to gather composure. "Don't you remember anything?"

"I... I don't." I looked away in guilt. "I'm sorry."

Tears formed from the side of her eyes. The corners of her lips slid upwards, yet she was so close to dropping a tear. She was so good at hiding her tears, No one would ever know she almost cried. "Why are you apologizing?"

"Because--"

"You don't need to pity me." Her eyes sarcastically rolled like marbles being randomly tossed. "You may have forgotten about me, but you still got Wesley written all over you, huh?" She wrapped up her clever line with an annoying, smug look. Just look at her! It's as if she didn't drop a tear in front of me a while ago!

"Don't worry. I'm fine. See?" Her finger pointed against her body while she continued to display that genuine smile. She returned to her seat and laid those hazel eyes on me. "Back then, you also liked watching scary movies and I can't even join you because it's not good for me."

She was filled with a massive amount of energy inside her. She's very talkative. When I first saw her, all she ever did was exhibit a rare, genuine smile on her face, like I already contributed something to her life. "You changed a lot," she noted on my looks, failing to take her eyes off me. "Well, after all, it has been years since I last saw you."

My gaze was directed to the floor in the feeling of shame after hearing her. "Let me see." My chin suddenly met her right hand, guiding my eyes up to her path.

"What are you doing?" I gently tapped her hand away and squeezed into space on my right.

"Since when did you start getting those scars on your face?"

"That's none of your business," An offended tone busted in her ears. Imperfections have been one of my biggest insecurities and just someone bringing that up seriously gets on my nerves. It makes me feel uncomfortable. Pimples started growing on my face when I started going into therapy. Stress, anxiety, and insomnia gathered inside me as I got into the habit of overthinking, and people simply commenting about it just seriously bugs me.

"What are you even doing here? I don't even know who you are."

"I understand that, Wes. After all, it has been years." Her smile slowly withered from her lips.

"Then if you understand, you could just leave me alone." It's as if she was immobilized standing in front of me, giving off quite a look of disappointment on her face.

"Okay... I guess I'll let you rest." A smile forcefully appeared despite the dim look on her face. I was astounded. Why do I find her grin insulting? How can she still smile after hearing such hurtful words? Is she really that dense?

"See you later." Later? Didn't I tell her to leave already? Just how stubborn and willful can she be?

My eyes were locked at the ceiling, random thoughts entered my head, including that weird, persistent girl. Ever since she asked me that question, I felt like it could no longer be washed off my mind. It made me anxious and more insecure about my looks. Wait... why am I thinking of her? Why on earth is she even in my mind? What made me think about her?! My thoughts drowned me until I can think no more. And just like that, it ended up rocking me to sleep again. I was really tired, huh?

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"Oh! He's awake!" It felt like I was being scared to death!

Why is she here again? How long has she been here? Wait... was she just watching me sleep all along? How embarrassing! "You again?" A sigh left my mouth upon seeing that amused look on her face. Doesn't she ever get tired of running around, annoying people?

"You can say it's my thing." A giggle was heard right after her proud words. I shook my head and strengthened my legs to go to the restroom. Damn it... my body felt so heavy and I still need to wash my face and brush my teeth. And since when did I get so unproductive about personal hygiene?

I was unable to move my sight elsewhere but my reflection on the mirror. It was like my face was being slowly distorted as I stare deeper and deeper at the mirror. Like the mirror was about to eat me alive. I was still trying to process everything but as soon as I realized the look on my face, it immediately made me mutter a curse, a swear word that eventually turned into a loud, furious question.

"What the hell happened to my face?!"