It was around five in the morning and was probably the saddest part of being with him. He was lying next to me, wrapping me in the warmth of his arms. We have slept through the night. I, inside Zeke’s warm embrace; Zeke, enveloped with my affection. The chill of the morning breeze touched my face. I snuggled closer and pressed my body toward Zeke’s. He tightened his hug.
This was our last morning together. Days have turned to hours, and it’s just moments before I go. I’m scared to say good-bye, ‘coz what’s after that? I don’t know.
We did several things together for the past four days and three nights. Went to the movies. Ate out. Sang out hearts at the top of our lungs. Strolled the park. Took a roller coaster ride and much more. We made sure that our time together would be the best thing we could have this year.
I closed my eyes and scanned my memories of the things we did together. I made those still and motion pictures of my recollections sink in to me. I was conditioning myself of going home happily.
“You’re year is complete,” I told myself. “You will be soon with him again.”
I felt his breath drew closer into my ears. I pressed closer to him. I felt him tightening his hug once more.
He moved his lips closer, and it touched my ears.
“Star,” he said. “Please don’t go. Please don’t go home. Or else, take me with you as you go.”
My inner-self collapsed.
When everything inside me was fine and almost ready to go home happy, he blew up everything. I felt I was the most important person in his life at that very moment, yet I felt like I was the saddest person in existence.
“I hate you,” I said as I turned to face him.
“You do?” he mused. “Why? Did I say something wrong?”
“Yeah,” I said as I let out a heavy sigh. “I was almost ready to go home happily until you said those words.”
“Am sorry.” He kissed my forehead. “I didn’t know. I was just hoping you could stay a little longer. Or we could both be together for a little more while.”
“You hate me still?”
“No. I didn’t mean that. What I actually meant was I want to stay longer, but I can’t.”
“Come here,” he said, pulling me even closer. “You’ll be home tonight, about a thousand miles too far away. Say you won’t forget me and my everything would be ohryt.”
I stared at him.
Staring at him was a mixture of awe and something I can’t explain. Looking at him, I can see myself. His hazel eyes that mirror mine. His black wavy hair that resembles mine. His gentle-kissing lips that touches my very inch of being. Zeke. He looks almost like me, yet we are different. Two yet one.
“How can I ever forget you ‘coz you are in my mind whenever I draw in the air that I breathe?”
“At least last night, it was just you and me…”
“…and that’s everything we need, isn’t it?”
“As the years look past us, if we lose track or lose the fight I will search forever to find a way back to this moment.” He kissed me on my forehead once again.
I kissed his lips. “I don’t want an ending.”
“Neither do I, Star. Neither do I.”
Star. He calls me that way very seldom.
My name is Czak Alastar Luna.