That Night II

I sat frozen on the bed as my eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room. I breathed in hard, staring thoughtlessly at the television on the wall, pretending to enjoy the movie that was already played halfway on the tube.

Mea looked at me once, as if to ensure I was at ease before went straight to the couch to join my friend. They haven’t seen each other for quite sometimes and intruding their updating session was the last thing I wanted to do. Let them have some privacy, I said to myself.

Somehow I couldn’t give a good reason to myself not to feel neglected. For some reason I couldn’t comprehend, I felt ignored. My heart yearned for attention.

At that exact moment, I caught Mea’s eyes glaring at me. She immediately stood up and looked out the window, hiding her small eyes between the silences of the outside that was sometimes disturbed by a passing car. She was nervous, she was anxious and she was so hopeless at hiding them.

But little did Mea knew that while she was struggling to maintain her composure, that small framed girl sitting on the bed was also nervous and anxious.


She was just doing a better job at hiding them.