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The Timeline

I never would believe this was a reality. I am a lonely only child, a chronic introvert, an island. Not until i met Adams. He was the complete opposite version of me, but i was way smarter academically. He had the looks and the swag, the money and the fame, while i only had my books as my closest companion. We happened to have met at the bookstore, where i went shopping for new set of ‘companions’. We locked eyes as he gave a smirk on his face, slowly biting his lower lip. I had never been looked at like that. He walked up to me, said a ‘hi’, smiled and walked away. No guy, even in my past life, had ever given me a smile, not to mention walking up to me. I was flattered and blushed. We then met again on the school bus. I sat alone, as usual. He came in with his friends, saw e, left his friends, and offered to seat next to me. He extended a slow ‘hello’ and i replied, head bent. He must have felt i was blushing, and made me blush harder as he put some strands of my hair behind my ears. My cheeks were hot and red as sparks went rapidly through my body. He introduced himself and i got to know he was a class ahead of me. We began chatting and finally exchanged numbers. I got off the bus and walked to our front door without looking back. I could feel his eyes following my every step.Mum knew something had happened because i was smiling as i walked in. And she knew better than to ask. I kept waiting for Adams call. Every moment was tormenting. “Maybe he won’t call after all”, i kept saying to myself. But just as i was about closing my eyes to sleep, my phone beeped. A message from Adam. He wanted wishing me a lovely night rest. I smiled peacefully for the first time in eight years. We got on as friends, slowing helping me come out of my shell of being an introvert. I began to see the world as a whole new discovery. We went on trips, dinner dates, adventures, and lots of fun activities. I was beginning to like the new me. We did several sleepovers with his friends and played lots of games. I soon took interest in soccer and Adams made sure to teach me well. I began to develop a soft spot for him, though i hid it perfectly.Life was going on beautifully and mum was happy i had made new friends, instead of being locked up with my books. I still excelled academically, and i did well to return Adams’ good act by helping him study to become better.Suddenly, he became afar. I tried reaching out to him, but to no avail. I became angry. ‘Was he trying to use me? Why would he play with my emotions?’ i began hating him and vowed not to forgive him if he came back.“He’s sick. He has heart disease. He didn’t want to tell you because he didn’t want to get you worried’, his mum said. I was so shocked to my bones. Adams never showed any sign of being ill. He was the most blooming flower in the garden, always happy and active. How was i so blind to notice? Why did i get angry? I sat by his hospital bed day in, day out, hoping for a miracle to heal my friend, my only friend. After a few days, he opened his eyes and looked at me, giving me his best smile.“Hey Joey. How have you been? Hope you’re happy?” he asked faintly. I couldn’t help hold back the tears that ran down my eyes.

Don’t cry. Adams doesn’t cry, so Joey shouldn’t.

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”“i loved seeing you happy, and i didn’t want to stop seeing that smile.”“You should have at least said something. Adams.”“Promise me something”“What?”“That you will never be sad or lonely again. You will roll with my friends and enjoy your youthful years to the fullest”I couldn’t believe he was trying to make me promise that.“You are not going to die, Adams. No, you’re not”“Promise me, Joey. Please.”“I promise. Adams, i promise I’ll always be happy”“Now that’s my girl.”He wiped my eyes with his hands and held my cheek.“I love you, Joey”But he didn’t wait for me to say ‘i love you too, Adams’. He gave his last breath.

I am fulfilling my promise to Adams, but he would forever remain in my heart!