It’d been almost two years since the
last time I had put a feet on my house, two years since the last time I had
been in the space I used to call my room for almost twenty years.
The mid-afternoon sun came through
the window making it all feel warmer. I looked around me like I had never been
here before. Everything was in the same place I left it, but at the same time
it felt different, like all those things weren’t mine.
I stopped in front of the wall where
I had all the photos with the people who used to be my friends at high school
and now the only thing I knew about them was through their social media. A lot
of them left this town to follow their dreams, I did it, but there were others
that stayed here, doing the same things, like if time didn’t pass for them.
“I’ve got our photos in a drawer
People don’t keep those anymore
But I did, can’t get rid of who we
I saw a particular picture that
brought me the best memories, it was in that wall, between all that common ones
because before Alex and me were something more we were friends, but after we
became more than friends I saved a special spot for all our captured memories
I open one drawer in my desk and
there they were all those photos that we took during those three wonderful
years we spent together before they came to an end although we thought we would
be together forever.
I used to have all this pictures in
the wall behind my bed, when someone came to my room they reacted in a surprised
way because they weren’t use to know someone who printed pictures like people
did before phones existed, but I liked to have all those memories around me all
the time, that way I knew I’ll have them forever.
Nevertheless when Alex and I broke
up before we left to college I took all our pictures down the wall and I put
them in a drawer and now, after two years, I found myself sitting in my old
bedroom floor looking all those pictures and remembering those moments
I hadn’t spoken with Alex since we
broke up, but I usually think about him. My mom used to keep me posted about
the life of those who didn’t leave for college and also she told when one of my
old friends came back to visit their families. Alex’s named popped up some times.
Suddenly my door opened and I turned
to see it was my mother, she was going to say something, but when she noticed
what I was doing her expression softened.
“You know Alex arrived yesterday to
visit his family over the weekend, right?” my heart skipped a beat thinking
about running into him by chance or finding him at Monet’s “You should call
him, I’m sure he will be happy to see you” I knew I would be thrilled to see
him again, we didn’t break up because we didn’t love each other anymore but
because we were going to different colleges and we didn’t want to make things
bad between us due to the distance.
An even though we did it to save our
friendship it was a waste of time, because as I said we haven’t talked since
I gave her a smile and nodded, I did
it just to be alone again, I knew she would have insisted if I said no because
she always were a fan of our relationship and Alex as an individual, but when
she closed the door I thought that it wasn’t a bad idea, so I reached my phone
and looked for his number, hitting the calling button before I regretted it.
“I’m back home for the weekend
Called you up but you were sleeping”
After a few tones someone picked up
the phone, but it wasn’t Alex, I knew Alex’s voice so well to know that it was
his brother on the other side.
“Hey (Y/N)! How are you? It’s been
so long since the last time I saw you”
“Hey Josh, I’m fine, thank you. Is
Alex there?” I didn’t want to waste my time talking to him, I needed to hear
“Yes, he is, but he is sleeping, do
you want me to wake him up?” I wasn’t a surprise at all hearing that he was
sleeping, he loved sleep.
“No, I’s not necessary, just… say hi
“Thank you, bye”
I was so excited with the idea of
spending time with him again and in a matter of seconds everything was ruined.
“I wanna do those things we used to
Back when we ran these neighbourhood
Wrote our names in the wet cement
We can’t go back again
But we can pretend for one more
The fact that I couldn’t see him and
remember the old time together didn’t mean that I couldn’t do it by myself, so
I stood up, I put away the pictures, I put a jacket on and I left with my bike.
The first place where I stopped was Monet’s,
I looked through the window and I saw all those boys and girls, doing the
things I did once, enjoying their drinks and the company of friends or
When I felt I was smiling like a
fool I started pedalling again and I got to my old high school, I didn’t stop
there, it wasn’t a place I wanted to remember specially I was just happy to
leave all those years and people behind me.
The next place I stopped by was the
park Alex and I used to go every summer night, when no one could bother us, but
right now it was full of children playing and screaming and mothers sitting in
the banks talking with each other.
I kept going and when I realized it
I was in Alex’s neighbourhood, it wasn’t my intention to come here, but at the
end of the day I spent a lot of my teenage days in that place and there were
something special I wanted to see too.
I left my bike in Alex’s fence and I
sat on the floor, studying something that once I thought it would bring a lot
I touched our initials, which we
wrote one day when the cement were wet and now it was there until someone
decide it was time to put another cement layer.
I had been so absorbed by my thoughts
that I didn’t hear Alex’s door opening and closing and the footsteps behind me.
I didn’t realize until I saw someone
sitting on the other side of the initials and I lifted my sight to find Alex
looking at me.
We looked at each other in silent
for what it seemed an eternity, but despite all the time we have spent apart
the silent weren’t uncomfortable; it was like if we could talk just looking at
“Hey” he finally said giving me a
“Hey” I answered, looking at him all
My heart was beating so fast that it
made me remember the first time Alex asked me to go out and I froze.
“I didn’t know you were coming back”
he said again, breaking the silence.
“I’m just back for the weekend, I’ve
“My father told me this morning and
then my bother said you had called” so he knew I was here, even before I knew
he was here. I just could think if he had the same feeling I had when my mom
told me he was here, in the same place at the same time.
“My mom told me you arrived
yesterday, that’s why I called” I answered not looking in his direction anymore
Silence was back again, it was like
if both of us were thinking what to say next.
“How is college going?”
“You know, a lot of studying, a lot
of people, a lot of parties” every time I talked about college I was excited, just
the thought of my future made me feel that way, but now I was talking to him
about it and I couldn’t help to sound like it was the worst thing ever. “What
“Same… I guess” He sounded as
disappointed as me, but I didn’t really know if it was always like that or just
because he was talking to me.
We remained silence again, looking
in every direction but to each other and I couldn’t handle it anymore so I
stood up and went to my bike.
“I should go home, it’s getting
late” he turned in my direction and stood up as fast as he could.
“No, wait” I was just about to start
pedalling when he said that and I looked at him confused “I can drive you home”
I was going to decline his offer,
but I gave it a second thought and since my mom told me he was in town all that
I wanted was to spend time by his side so I’d be stupid if I said no.
I gave him my bike so he could put
it in the trunk. I followed him and went to the co-pilot seat.
I looked through the window all the
time, watching what was different since the last time, but I got bored and I
looked him instead, how concentrated he was and how different he looked.
“It’s weird seeing you with that
hair colour” I said after a few seconds staring at him.
He didn’t have his silver hair colour
anymore, the one which made him so different from the rest once. He had his
natural colour now.
He smiled when he heard what I said,
but he kept looking to the road.
“You look different too”
“I hope in a good way” I answered
“Of course, you always look good no
matter what” now I was the one smiling.
“You too Standall”
We were smiling like idiots when we
finally arrived to my house. We stepped out of the car and he went for the bike
and left it by the garage.
“I was thinking…” he started to say
when he turned in my direction, there it was again, my heart skipped a hundred
beats, after all this time he still did that to me “would you like to hang out
tomorrow? We could go to Monet’s”
“I’d love to” luckily for him I was
faster this time.
“Great! I’ll text you and we can
talk about the details” he looked so happy suddenly and I felt happier too.
“Perfect” I was smiling so brightly
that I must look stupid.
“Bye” he said going back to the car.
“Bye Alex” I answered trying to hide
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