"Kri-kris?!" I found myself on the state of surrealism.This is probably a dream. Suddenly the "ghost" beside me let out a chuckle. It was not that "loud" chuckle; it was full of shame and guilt? "I guess, that's my name."  He replied obviously mocking at me. Oh, how I really miss this side of him. It was good to know despite that his physical looks upgraded that much it seemed like there still part of him left. I guess so.

       Unexpectedly, all the uncertainty and shocking feelings inside me subsided and replaced by anticipation. My heart is screaming, advising me that I should jump on him now and tackle him on the ground and to never let him go but my stimuli and neurons are rushing on my brain to remember the sin he caused to me. I have to put barrier to my emotions. I have to pull down all the rising emotions; I should listen to my mind first. Should I kneel on the ground and sob of him and praise that one in heavens for his comeback? Or Should I slap him that hard to leave a "mark" how mad I am to him? I need his reasons even one is enough. I demand an explanation even he should story tell everything. I craved for an answer. I need to---

        "Are you finished examining my perfect face which you missed so much?" He interrupted my thoughts. Just when I realized I've been drooling at him for almost exact five minutes. Geez. He's so "monkey" as ever. "Don't be assuming." I shortly replied trying not to show any emotions. Trying to be cold even the truth is I want to bury him alive for being "overconfident". He scoffed "I'll try to believe you even though you're blushing. That. Much. “He emphasizes every word. “Don’t be a hypocrite. I know you miss me very much.” Give me a hug or even a kiss?!" He grinned. What a y? Isn’t he? Before he can come closer to me and harass me I full of forcedly pushed him away and in the twist of fate which favored me this time, he instantly fell on the ground. I have to restrain myself for laughing-out-loud due to his derp facial reaction. I did it. When he got up, he brushed-off the mess on his jeans, he wanted to mock at me again only to meet my cold gaze which I managed to plaster again. "Why did you leave me, Kris?" I spat those words straight-forwarded and tried to hold the urge of slapping him. Maybe to punch him. He nervously chuckle,

"Would you like to visit the latest opened cake shoppe just near our town?"

"No."

 I replied with my most cold tone giving the effect of the "icy cold pair of eyes that can scrutinize every soul". I caught him off guard, didn’t I? Did he hope that I forgot his sin? Just let your hopes float, monkey.

"How about at the latest opened Soda-----------

 "No."

He scratched his head, marching back and forth in front of me, while I sit here on the swing. Unamused.

“At the latest opened dress---

"Stop! Cut it off already. You're making me dizzy as hell. Is that a hard question? At the first place, why did you make me a friend? Why did you break the noses of my bullies? Why did you let me ride on your bicycle? Why did you buy cakes, sodas and such as for me? Worst of all, why did you steal a kiss from me? Why did you do all of that? Making me believed that you're more than my big brother. Making me believed that you're always there for me. Then one day, i wake-up and I can't find you anywhere it made me crazy. No. Wait. Who am I even kidding?"

I forced out a chuckle; full of fake and sarcasm.

"That one day you disappeared simply because you left me. You runway from me you are tired having a friend like me. Tired of taking care of me. You hated me. Am i right?"

 I even thought that you loved me. Dumb me. I uttered those last sentences barely audible. I'm sobbing now. Who wouldn't be?

         I don't know how many seconds have passed. I've been hanging my head low all the time and tears have flooded but still he still didn't utter a single senseful word. He just keep on murmuring "I know." and "i understand" while gently playing with my hair. "Kris, I’m serious here. If you still not going to say anything, I swear this would be the last goodbye." I tried to be cold but it sounded more like crack. "You should be thankful. I'm so nice to even say "goodbye" to you. Unlike ANYONE else." I sent an indirect message to him. Ten more seconds have passed, mentally counted. "That's it." I stood up from the swing. I took a glance on him. He was the one now hanging his head low, he's also lip-biting, my wild guesses. I turn- away from him. After saying "goodbye “to him I will instantly run-away from him and never to tur