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It is time for me to court you. Yes, I am referring to the era of chivalry and courting the one I like, which so happens to be you. If you have any complaints, take it up with the manger, which, in this theoretical scenario, is I. And I surely will disregard any grievances you may have so there. You better prepare yourself.
It does not occur right away. After you managed to get away from stating your true feelings about me, you made it rather difficult, if not impossible, to locate you in this school. In fact, I found you crossing the street, three miles away from the college. But once I have you in my sights, I run up to you and whisk you up into my arms. Literally.
"There is a puddle," I lamely excuse my action as I step onto the sidewalk. Your surprised expression turns into a bashful smile, and I am glad that you are not upset with my impromptu way of wooing. "Actually, there is a lot of puddles today. I guess I am going to have to carry you for a while." Even though you can clearly see that there is, in fact, no water on the streets, you nod while you rest your head on my shoulder.
I wish I can tease you about your weight. Maybe lie about how I am struggling to hold you or that if you weighed even a pound more, my knees would buckle, but I can't because for some odd reason, you feel as light as a feather. It worries me to no end because I am not that strong. You should be causing my muscles to strain, to become taut from supporting you, but you don't. It really feels as if I am lugging around a transparent version of you.
"Where you heading somewhere?" I ask, trying to dispel this nagging, apprehensive feeling that is blooming in my chest. No. "Then you were just taking a walk?" No. "Hmm. You were probably thinking of me and forgot to watch were you originally going, right?" You silently laugh, and I think you nod in exasperation to humor me. "Well, if it gives you any comfort, I have those moments often. Actually, it is kind of embarrassing how often I end up getting lost from thinking about you…Does that make you feel uncomfortable? That I think of you all day?" No. No. No. I chuckle. "Stop shaking your head so much! You will get dizzy." You do as I say.
I walk us back to our bench. I should let you down, so you can take a seat, but I keep you in my hold. You don't complain. I don't think you physically can. Which reminds me, "Can you speak?" You gaze at me in confusion. Maybe I should be clearer. "I mean, are you mute? Do you have a condition that renders you unable from talking?" You give me that sad look you gave last time, but you shake your head 'no'. "Then why are you not saying anything to me?" Again, that look. "If you could talk to me, you would, right?" Yes. "Then I guess I will have to be satisfied with that," I sigh.
A drop lands on my head. I glance up, and I am caught off guard with the numerous amount of cumulonimbus clouds that fill the sky. I could have sworn that it was a bright, sunny day or maybe that was just how I was feeling when I saw you. Another drops falls and soon, it is pouring. You should probably leave for shelter, but you remain stagnant in my grip, and since you have no qualms about the rain, I stay sitting.
However, the longer I wait here, watching you be doused in water, that queasy feeling is rising. It is not like the first time when I saw you with the puppy; this is different. The only that is not similar from that time is that you are in my arms now, but why should that matter? Why is my hear threatening to jump out and land on you? Why am I sweating despite the cold splashes of water cooling me off? Why am I afraid?
Do you feel it too? This abhorred emotion that is bubbling in the pit of my soul? You must because it is not the rain that falls from your eyes. It is tears. My heart is no longer racing; it is breaking. "What's wrong?" You stare at me blankly. "What's happening? Why are we like this?" You shake your head. "Something is not right. Do you know?" You tilt your head back. Your bluish hair takes on a black undertone, making your face deathly pale. What is unusual is that I still don't feel your weight, but I feel the rain that covers you. You are like an empty wet carcass.
My thoughts are swirling. None of them are positive, but I cannot pinpoint what they are about. I just know that they are things that I don't want to have in my mind. You sense this because I feel your hand touch my cheek. My mind clears. "I fine. You make everything okay." I grin. His crying increases.
The rain is picking up more. I can hear thunder now, and it is so deafening that if I were to ask you why you are sobbing, you will probably not hear me, so I refrain. I shouldn't have because your hand slides off my cheek as do you. I reach for you, but I slip and fall to the ground. I try to get up, but my body is heavy. Everything hurts, and it shouldn't. Everything is going dark, and it shouldn't. You leave me alone, and you shouldn't.