C45 forty five

His side profile wasn't just a joke. It wasn't boring, and it seemed like I could stare at his side profile all day.

He chuckled. "It's rude to stare, Baby," he said while his gaze was on the screen.

I grinned. "Sorry."

He beamed at me when he saw me pouting my lips.

"Just kidding. You can stare at me even if I melt," he said while smiling ear to ear.

I looked at him with a dirty look.

So confident!

"You really think you're so handsome, huh?" I sarcastically asked.

He chuckled and pinched my cheeks. "Of course," he proudly answered.

"Okay," I gave in.

He chuckled slightly at my agreement. The nerve! As if it's not true!

He's handsome! Period.

"So, you really admit that I'm handsome, huh? Well, I already know that, but why does it seem like the impact from you is different?" he said with a playful smile.

I rolled my eyes. "You really think you're something, don't you?"

He raised his brow. "Why?"

I rolled my eyes again. "It's because."

He chuckled and nodded. "Because?"

I laughed. "Your butt has a side job," I joked.

He looked at me boredly, as if what I said wasn't funny.

Okay, it's not funny, but who cares if I'm happy here?

He shook his head. "You're crazy," he said with a laugh.

He returned his gaze to the laptop screen and started typing again.

Why is it that he can immediately think of what to type?

Why do I have to think of all sorts of things or fake scenarios just to come up with something to type?

"Aren't you going to laugh?"

He looked at me. "Were you joking?" he asked with a laugh.

I pouted and playfully hit his arm. "Nuisance."

He laughed and grabbed my hand before squeezing it.

"Stop," he commanded.

I stopped hitting him.

Am I a robot?

"Do it already," I pointed to the laptop.

He grinned at me. "Okay."

I rolled my eyes. Seriously, is he really going to do it? Sometimes having a boyfriend... or whatever we are... has its pros, right? In academics, maybe? Just kidding.

If Ate finds out I'm asking him to do my schoolwork, she might pull my hair out.

Well, she does have a point that I shouldn't be asking others to do it for me so I can learn.

But she's not here, so whatever, I'll just let Cyrus do it.

"You know, if Ate finds out about this... I mean, that I'm asking you to do my schoolwork, she'll set me on fire. She doesn't like this," I explained, laughing.

He stared at me before sighing. "I just want to help because I know you're tired from thinking about what happened earlier," he said, avoiding my gaze.

I just remained silent.

"You can't think properly because I know you're tired from thinking, and I'm sorry about that,"

I remained silent. His breaths were getting faster again, causing me to look around.

I don't want to say that I'm okay because I'm not.

For whatever he did, it wouldn't be okay.

It will never be okay. Even so, the moon will still be two.

I heard him clear his throat, so I looked at him. His eyes, filled with pleading, softened my knees.

I'm the one who got hurt, but why does it seem like he's the one hurting?

I'm the one who got hurt, but why does it seem like he's the one exhausted?

"Sorry," he sadly apologized.

I just smiled at him because why am I getting hurt again?

I know he's just being a good friend to Akia, who was harassed, but does he find it hard to trust me? To tell me the real reason?

Did we really have to break up just for him to tell me the reason?

He let out a soft laugh but his forced smile was evident.

"The moon is really beautiful," he said tenderly.

Beautiful moon? But why is he looking at me? I just looked away because even in his eyes, a mix of emotions was evident.

"Yeah," I agreed, still looking at the bright moon.

He moved closer. "You are the moon, the most beautiful moon to the point that I want to lock my eyes by staring at you," he said, playing with the ends of my hair.

I didn't speak with his flowery words because if I do, I might regret my response later.

I wouldn't regret telling him I love him.

I might regret gambling again.

Because I might gamble again.

Because I might gamble on something uncertain.

Gamble on something I know I'll lose again.

We're not in a Role Player World, but if you fall, you lose.

I heard him clear his throat again, so I looked at him. His pleading eyes softened my knees.

I smiled at him because why am I getting hurt again?