Fifty

I did not go home that night. I stayed awake and sat in a convenience store all night.

When daylight broke, I sluggishly went back home hoping the two of them are gone. Alas, luck isn't really on my side at all. Because there he is, the root of all my scrambled feelings, sitting on the porch Of the building. He was waiting for me, looking straight at me while I walk towards him.

I did not notice it last time, but he looked different. He looks thinner. His cheeks are hollowed, bags under his eyes. His clothes too. It's not his usual loud fur and leather combination. Platinum became lackluster.

He was plain. But still beautiful.