Your dose.

   On my senior year of high school, there was a girl. Her name is Cindy. She’s beautiful. Her face glowed brightly every time I saw her smiling at me. Her hair bounced everywhere as if they were made of rubber. It was for her, I came to school just to see her.

   Its another day of school, the first thing I do right after I reached school. I will find a mirror. See my reflection, tidy up my hair, check my breathe, and make sure I’m in perfect condition. Then, I dropped my beg at the nearest table. Hoping that she was there. I tried to find her. And there she was, with her bouncy hair, her little ponytail, her cute giggle. It will never gets old.

   I ran towards her, and said “Hey Cindy, good morning” She carved a smiled on her face and said “why are you running? I wont run. And good morning sweetheart” she giggled. At that time, I was blushed by her words. She called me sweetheart for the first time and it was on 7.11am. From that moment, I fell in love. It was my first time I felt butterflies in my stomach. It was the first time, I knew that how love feels like.

   3 months before the graduation, it was the end of school at that time. Before we leave the school for the holiday, I bought a balloon and put a note in the balloon. I gave the balloon to her without her knowing what’s inside it. She hugged me before leaving the school for holidays. She whispered to me “hey, I’m glad that you are my best friend. Be my friend forever.” she let go of me, and followed her mom home.

   Actually, at that time. I felt something was not right, it’s like Cindy was holding back her words and hide something from me. I went back home with an uneasy feeling. Afraid of something might happen, I drank a lot of milk. Because it was the only way I could calm my self, the only way I could be optimistic.

  I was hoping for her to pop the balloon and found out what’s inside, too bad something happened that night. I got a call from her mom. She cried “you have to come here, Cindy is unconscious. It’s her kidney.” and she continued crying. I borrowed my dad’s bike. I rode the bike to the hospital with full adrenaline.

  That night, the rain was drizzling. I accidentally pressed on the brake too hard and my bike went spinning. I was thrown away a few meter from the bike. My head was cut opened till I can barely feel my head, it was so numb. But I took my bike, and continued my journey to the hospital. Too bad, I lost my conscious before I could reach the hospital. 

   When I woke up, I’m in the Intensive Care Unit in her hospital. I’m weak. I can barely breathe by my own. I cried “doctor, will I survive?” with a serious face, the doctor apologized “I’m sorry. your head full with blood clogs” “give my kidney to Cindy, I want her to have it. It’s my last request” A few minutes later, my vision started to fade away.

   Today, she lived and she popped the balloon. Tears dropped from her eyes when she found out the note inside the balloon said “Cindy, I don’t want to be your best friend. I wanna be your love. I love you. Since the first time we met. I like to be a part of you”

   I’ve fulfilled my words of being part of her.