I was drifting to sleep. I held to the blanket that Anderson had placed on me. I knew that he was in the room with me and I wanted to stay conscious but I couldn't. His words coming back to me.“Nobody cares about me." I had said. “Can't you see that I care?." He was telling the truth wasn't he? I knew a liar and Anderson doesn't lie. He cared about mez but in what way, certainly not in a romantic way. “Asher, I was worried about you. I haven't been able to concentrate on anything since you left." I smiled. The words made something in my belly crawl. “... I care about you, get it into your head."“Anderson, leave me alone." I started to think, his words were personal, too personal to be blank and ordinary. Does he love me too? “Show me who you are, tell me who you are, who are you?. “ I couldn't tell him, I would never tell him. If he knew who I was, our connection is over. I'm so fucked Anderson, if only you understand. “You're not fucked." He had
I sat up. A yawn escaping my mouth. I pulled down the covers, a wave of cold breeze swept down my leg to my feet. I looked at Anderson's bed, it was empty. I looked outside the window. The sky was very very dark. It had made the room as dark as coal, although I could point out a few things. Looking through the window, I could see the way the trees were dancing to the rain, not just the trees too many others things had to bow before the mighty rain storm. Things were flying around, the window was closed, but I could smell the rain. In the air was a mixture of cold and dampness. I climbed down from the bed. Where would Anderson have gone to?. I sat there for a while, continuously staring at the door maybe he might just come back but after some time I started to suspect that he had gone before the rain started because the umbrellas were a complete set in the rack. He couldn't come home in the rain, I had to bring him home. I changed my clothes into something
I turned to the window and my eyes fell on Asher. At first I couldn't believe it, I thought I was just seeing things, but he was there. It wasn't just my eyes. He was holding an umbrella over his head and another one beside me. It was for me, wasn't it. The last time I saw him, he was peacefully sleeping, now he was standing in the rain looking like the boogyman. He had this cold look in his face, I turned to look at Bridgette, oh, that was why he was angry.... I was with his girl. I stood up but he wasn't in the window anymore, he had started to walk away. I stood in the door of the cafe and I shouted his name, but he didn't reply, he was just walking. I thought about walking in the rain to meet him but I thought better, the rain would be too cold. But Asher was angry at me and It was all a misunderstanding. I shouted his name a few times but still, he didn't look back. I found my legs going forward as if I wasn't in control of it, and before I knew it, I was
I sat down on my bed. It was warm and soft. I felt the need to lay on it and drift off to sleep but I wasn't sleeping and I knew it. It was still raining, heavily. I stared at his bed just as how Bridgette stared at that window without noticing that it had started to rain. How long would that bed remain empty?. If Bridgette never came into the picture, everything would have been better, I and Asher would have still remained friends, wouldn't we?. Of course we would. I never truly had any friends, Asher was the only friend I ever had and he was a great friend. He was like a Hermes in my life. He was strong, a romantic, a teacher: A Hermes. I stood up and I walked into the bathroom. I poured some water into my hands, from the tap, it was warm and soothing. I splashed it on my face. Twice. Damn Bridgette, she let me walk into the rain, she didn't force me out, but I couldn't bear to stare in the room with her. She didn't care about me, though, s
It was half past twelve in the afternoon. I knew that Anderson would be having a lecture. I turned open the door knob and peeked in, he wasn't in the room. I took my luggages, all four of them and I slipped out of the room the same way I slipped in. When I got to the hotel, I opened the luggages to check if I had packed everything. Inside the third travel bag, I saw a note. It said, from Anderson Andersons. I studied the note for a while without reading it. He had written me a note. I decided that it was time to read the note. “Asher. I saw the look in your eyes when you were about to leave me in the rain that day, you didn't really want to leave me, you were just too angry and you made the decision out of anger and now I come home to find your suitcases lined up. Except from the suit case, there's no signs of you. I know all the types of Asher, I know that because you showed all of your sides to me, consciously and otherwise. The Asher I saw leaving me in the rain
I woke up and I got dressed. I got a call from home, Jack was coming to pick me up. I went downstairs to find Jack standing in front of the car. He had a small smile on his face, it was weird because jack never had small smiles, he always had big smiles. Wide weird looking smiles. “Hey Sonny." He said to me.“Hey Jack." I said smiling back at him. He didn't return the smile, he just looked at me as if he wasn't seeing me. I shrugged and got into the car. The drive towards home was not as long as the drive to the university. I walked into the house expecting to see my dad in his study. I walked to his study but it was empty. The whole house was oddly empty. Empty and still. Nothing had changed, not even a vase had been moved. I went downstairs, just then Jack was walking into the house with my luggages.“Jack."“Yes?."“Where's my dad."“Oh, your dad."“Yes, my dad."“He'll be waiting for you, he's in his bedroom."“It's Thursday." I told Jack.“Of course."“He's mea
“Was I that much of a bad person?." I asked him. " You had to leave me with nothing. ““No, you're not a bad person son, it's not about you, it's about your children. I did it for them."“Bullshit. How could you do this to me, how could you do this to your own flesh and blood."“You won't understand now, but maybe later, you will."“Understand what? That you gave off everything and left me without a dime.?."“No, I didn't leave you with nothing. I left you with a good life, you won't be as busy as me son, you would have kids and live a normal life, spend time with your family, stop to admire the sky and the flowers…."“And live in a shack?." I asked him cutting him off. “It's funny you mentioned a house. I sold the houses too son."“You have to be kidding me."“I'm not." He said looking straight at me.“Why?."“I just told you why."“Your reason didn't add up."“What do you mean didn't add up?." “Your reasons are senseless. There must be a truth behind them that you're trying to hid
It was the day of my father's funeral. The house was packed with a billion people that I had never seen in my life, it made me feel like a tiny black dot in the midst of gigantic black dots. I felt small and suffocated. People came to me and they greeted me, but I knew that they didn't care if I hanged myself with a table cloth in the middle of the room, they would still go on their separate ways. Every now and then my tie would feel so tight it would be choking me, so I had to adjust it. I heard the light splattering outside and I went to the window to take a look. It was raining. I felt a yawn escape my mouth. How long would these bloodsuckers stay here?.I turned around when I heard my name being called. It was a man, who looked like my father in height and size.... Before my father's illness.“If it isn't the only heir." The man said smiling. “Anderson, how are you doing?." He asked me. I tried to force a smile, I didn't know the damn man.“You don't