A PANIC SHOW

 

A PANIC SHOW

(A scene from my dream.)

I am in a coffee shop. The steam rising from coffee cups and the rich smell of coffee beans overwhelmed my sense of smell. Well, I have come here to meet a friend. I had a crush on him since my childhood.

As my eyes skim the menu my eyes are suddenly directed towards black eyes. I always find him even in a crowd. It is like an instant connection that I have towards him that always draws me to him. Like he is the north pole and I am the south always attracted towards him. He walks in like he is stepping into a spotlight , his hair bouncing with each step. That's when I notice that I am gawking at him.

"Hi " I said , my eyes were terribly failing at giving away all the details I notice.

Dark Black eyes. Coated with black eyelashes. His too cute bunny nose and tousled wavy hair. And of course his 5'10 height.

"Hi" replied in his deep yet softened edged voice.

" You wanted to talk about something ??" I asked pulling him towards me.

" Nothing really important, Just..... I had a question?" His eyebrows raising.

That's when a fight arose on a nearby table. It is about something. It is not related to me at all. But my heartbeat rose. I am panting. My brain is physically throbbing. Like I am being banged to the wall. My hands, they rise from their firm spot and started digging into my scalp. My eyes burn,  threatening to spill.

I hear a voice. Faint. It was him . There..there is a surprised look on his face as if he was baffled and did not know what to do . He came by my side. On his knees. He was there.

He is trying to hold me. Like fixing my broken pieces together. I am still. At his touch but an ugly cry escapes my mouth. I am done. He is seeing my worst. I had a panic attack before but this one is worse. Like my mood was so happy and it turned so panicked just in a blink of an eye.

His next words felt like a huge weight was taken off from my head.

" It's ok .... I am here. Let everything out. Don't Bottle it up."

I did just that I teared up and all my heart started beating slowly coming to its own pace.

" Thank you " The words came out calm.

He fixed the storm that was swirling inside me.
" You know that I am always there for you." He smiled. Dimples appearing from those corners. Beautiful.

But I have a teary face. I don't want him to see my face so I lower my head.

His hands find my face and slowly lift my face. " You don't have to do that. You are pretty from every angle. Every time."

That catches me off guard.

Is he confessing??

Does he like me ??

Is that the question he wanted to ask me??

There was a mist of questions forming inside me.

I will always be there for him just like he said. I just have to say.

I love you.