Waking Up Sucks (Sometimes)

Twenty-nine.

It's already 1 in the morning when I've decided to messaged him.

Hoping that he'll read it later when the sun failed to hide its warmth.

Gulf:

Hi, P.

First, I'm sorry
for the sudden push and pull.

Second, for texting you during
this ungodly hour. Third,
I just want you to know that..

This text may serve as a
sign that I am willing to
open up.. So that you and I
will be at least on the
same chapter, where we
can relate to each other.

Mew:

Kana....

I mentally cursed upon seeing his response. Unprepared with his immediate reply.

Gulf:

You know I can't promise
you anything.

But as much as possible,
I'm more than willing to be
transparent in everything.

I'm tired of suppressing
this feeling.

I'm tired of pretending.

Do I..

Mew:
Hmm? Do you... what?

My fingers suddenly hesitated typing.

But I knew that if I blew this chance away..

He might slipped from me, because of too much delay.

Gulf:

Do I still have a chance, P?

Does You and I can still
be a part of the story?

Mew:
Kana, does it mean....

Gulf:

Yes.

I'm still giving 'us' a chance.

I mean, if the offer still stands.

I guess?

Mew:

You definitely have no idea
how much this chance
means to me, Kana.

Let's meet tomorrow.

I promise.

No matter how complicated the steps I'm going to take just to be on the
same chapter as you, I know that it's definitely worth it.
 

Gulf:

Goodnight, P.

See you tomorrow.

Mew:

Goodnight. See you.

And Kana?

Thank you very much for
this chance.

And that night, the two boys have a visible smile plastered on each other's faces.

Finally,

They are more than ready to be on the same page now.

With confidence.

And most importantly.

Them on each other's arms.