The confession

I slowly opened the old and damaged door and walked inside till I stood in front of him, the room was filled with dim light and the wires were all over the floor. He was sitting in a chair which had a broken back rest.

I was not able to believe the building in this big college.

"Did you follow me here?"he arched his eyebrows, his eyes were void and lifeless.

He was lost.

"um..yeah..I did" I mumbled, I am always a bit scared of his temper.

"Why?" his words were clipped and sharp.

"Because....you were limping!" I said, and I didn't give him a chance to speak.

"What happened to your legs and knees? Anything happened like...accident?" I asked curiously, will this guy tell me the truth?

"That's none of your business, anyways you are here already sit down and apply some medicine for my knees" he caught hold of my wrist and pulled it down, I squatted in front of him.

I lifted my eyes to him with shock but to my surprise his eyes were now filled with mischief and I was in no words to scold him or to protest him.

I outstretched my right hand in front of his face, "where is the medicine?"

"Oh wait!" he dug into his bag and brought out a small box of powder.

Quickly sanitize my hands with the sanitizer which I used to carry without any purpose, I sprinkled some powder on his wounds and dressed it.

"Thanks a ton!" now the breathtaking smile and joy returned to his face.

"Your welcome, but I did nothing, compared to your help." I smiled back remembering the quiet rides filled with unspoken words.

He nodded and rolled down his loose pants, slowly he stood up and stretched his hand to take in mine, the butterflies in my belly started to fly from everywhere to everywhere.

"Give me your hand" he asked more like a demand.

I gave in and even though he was hurt with an easy force he pulled me up.

He held my hand till we reached outside the building which felt like eternity, after we were out his hand left mine and waved and walked away but I stood there just recalling what happened.

Did he just hold my hand?

I was already flying and I felt the right hand which he held so..precious.

I hopped to the classroom, I know I will be late but the scolding which I am going to receive is worth the risk.

But all the happiness came into a halt whenever I thought about his bruises.

Days went by. I didn't see him for weeks, but I finally caught hold on him one day and decided to question him.

I still remember the incident like yesterday, he was sitting on a bench facing the flower garden, I slowly walked towards him and sat beside him.

He was lost in thoughts that he didn't even realize that I sat next to him.

My unruly and disobedient hand without my request went straight and placed it on top of his hands which was folded in front of him.

The moment my cold hand touched the warm surface he came back.

His face was wirled to see my face and his eyebrows arched upward.

I was filled with embarrassment by his reaction, well that was common. I lifted my hands and was stopped by him again.

What is happening?

"Why are your fingers so cold?" he was confused more than me and his fingers pressed mine and rubbed to warm.

All I was able to do was to look at his face.

"I love you" I whispered, only after telling it out loud I regretted telling.

But still, now or never.