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28 — fall
  • My life is so lame.. and cliché.

    I rant about how boring the soap operas are every time I see the scene when one character fall into another character and their mouths clash into each other (or sometimes they not, but that's not the point).

    But now I fall—both literally and metaphorically.

    First, I was climbing the tree to get my sister's kite down. She won't stop crying if I didn't do that and I were too tired to fight with her. I'm not a good climber. I struggled a bit and when I could finally grab the kite, the branch cracked and I fell.

    I closed my eyes tightly, admitting my fate—it's not that high anyway. I might get some scratches here and there. But then someone below the tree helped supporting me when I closed to hit the hard ground. And yes, just like the sappy drama, I fell into him.

    Like I said earlier, both literally and metaphorically.

    It took just a split second to fall for someone with so much kind in his heart right? I bet he hurt himself more than I did. I didn't even have any bruise.

    Back to present, I'm to shy to look at him straight in the eyes. Just a minute ago we were so close to each other and now the distant seem to extend for ten times further.

    'Are you alright?' He asks, even his voice seems so soft to my ears.

    'Y-yes. Actually I'm the one who have to ask if you're okay, I'm not that lightweight.'

    'But you're not heavy either. It's fine.'

    'Oh, is that a bruise I'm looking at?'

    He tries to put his hand to cover his forehead, but I'm faster. 'Let me find some ice pack, it might get darker if we don't do anything about it.'

    I ran to my home, put some ice cubes to the clean towel, and head back to the troublesome front yard.

    'Here, leave it on the bruise for a while.'

    'Thanks.'

    'Now I feel so bad. Are you in a rush to anywhere? I could give you a lift. Sorry you have to go through all of this.'

    'I'm kind of a person who can't help myself from tangling in other people's trouble.'

    'Oh no, I'm not accusing you as a intruder or something. It's just.. it's not a high fall so I think it's better if I'm the one who injured instead of someone else.'

    'I'm not blaming you for anything, you can be assured of that. I really put this on myself.'

    'Okay, tell me if you want to go somewhere. I'll drive you.'

    'I was just going to buy some unnecessary groceries, better no bother you. I think I'll go back home now. Wouldn't want to show this purple spot to have people's attention.'

    He might know that I feel so down, judging from my face (I must look real pitiful, I know it), so he says, 'But I could have a drink to help me feel better. If you're alright with that.'

    'Okay! Why don't you come in? I'll have my sister shows you the way. I'll follow with the drink in the second.'

    I don't know if I'm this delighted because he lets me make up for my fault or that he stays (and lets me secretly drooling over him) a little longer. Maybe both.

    I'll try to persuade him to let me drive him home next. I don't have to wait for a chance to come to me right? I'll make it myself.

    (wink)

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