Three Minutes

DEDICATED to two people who are dearest to my heart. To Mile and Kristoff. I can’t really put some sense in what I’m doing. I don’t think I’ll regret doing this, though. I just hope you two will not hunt me down and kill me for writing this. Why? Well, because I have prepared a lot more for you two. A lot more…

Three Minutes

It’s 6:30 already. You see him clearing up his desk right now. He is in a hurry. He is grouchy. “One green Grinch,” you think to yourself as you muster at his every move. You are fond of his every action. His every move makes you aware of his presence. His movement sends shiver to your spine. You feel that you are swooning over him now. He turns around and grabs his bag hastily. “Oh my… Oh my sexy back,” you playfully say to yourself while your lips widen in delight. You can feel your body tingle amid the distance. You can sense your admiration getting deeper. You now feel that you really like him. You now imagine things you want to do with him just by watching him from afar. You like seeing him unconscious and unaware. Don’t you?

You are attracted to his simple shirt and basic pair of jeans. Nothing special. There is nothing special with what he wears. It is just his casual attire since today is Friday. His moss green shirt matches his jeans perfectly, though—and this you destitutely admit to yourself. You admire his simplicity—and how it makes him more attractive before your eyes. “Darn you and your shoes!” You just can’t get enough of how he wears a pair of white running shoes effortlessly.

He turns a 180 degrees towards you now. You see him hurrying. He is picking everything on his table. He shuts down his computer. You see the reflection of his monitor as it turns off from the glass window behind him. You feel sad. “But… it’s too early,” you mumble deep within. You notice his face darken. He is pissed. “Might be in a fight with your girl again”, you bitterly said in an outright manner. You see him drop his pen. His irritated reaction is what you can read on his face now. "Tsk, tsk... Sheesh!" You hear him say as he quickly pick his pen up. Your heart beats faster with that trivial movement. ‘Dug-dug-dug’. The throbbing continues as he bends towards the dropped pen. You wish you were the pen right now. You are curious how his touch will feel, so you wish you were being held gently like his pen.

His cell-phone rings. You see him answer the mysterious call. “Mile, you are so pathetic,” you softly scold yourself. It pains you to realize how crazy you are now over him. Still, you glare at him. “Just this one time, Mile. Just once. A-after this you will not speak with him anymore. You will not see him like this anymore”. You justify what you think is ‘clean stalking’. Your heart is in a mess right now. You convince yourself that you are doing the right thing now.

You hear him speak. His voice, you hear though you are seven tables apart. You see his brows narrowed. “He is mad again.” You are worried. You are troubled. “No, I can make it! Okay. Okay. I will not be late,” he says excruciatingly over the phone. You become ten times bothered seeing him this mad. “I thought so”. You try silencing your thoughts and heart. “Why on Earth am I feeling like this? Why am I this sad? What’s wrong with me?” Questions start popping out of your head and before you know it he is already walking towards your direction.

You are panicking now. "What to do What to do?" You ask your dumfounded self. You quickly turn your head on your monitor, leaving your peripheral view to handle this ephemeral situation. However, you are unable to stop your pouncing heart. It cannot be tamed. It refuses to follow. Worst, it quickly responds to his every stride. It is a perfect ‘slow-mo’ moment for you and your restless heart. You feel your heart is about to blow up. You feel as if it is going to fail. You feel like having a seizure. Yes. This is what you feel now. You feel like you'll die in delight and distress.

“Great. What to do? What to do?” He is just five more steps to you now. Your palms are sweaty. You quickly open your Microsoft Word file and type in senseless things just to look busy. Nonetheless, your uncooperative and incapable heart throbs faster than ever. You feel like you’ll melt. He is just three more steps to your seat now. You just cannot think anymore. You need to see him, so you take a great big leap. You slowly turn your head on your right. [You regret doing this, though.] You feel as if you entrapped yourself. All your fears of being discovered haunt you now. You see him looking at you. You gulp in response to his knowing stare. Three big gulps. You respond with three big gulps. You cannot believe what you are seeing now. "I-i-is it true? T-that h-his here?" Thus, you blink your eyes thrice. However, his figure does not go away in front of you--and your eyes keep on batting in disbelief. Your lips shake as your nerves rack you. You do not know whether you will speak to him or not. You are about to open your lips yet you shake. He notices it. He does not look mad, but he does not look pleased either. “Still mad. You’re so stupid Mile. Say something.” You are now furious. You cannot say anything and you cannot stop staring at him. “S-s-s-irr…” You are now ready to say something. “I-I-I…” “I will miss you…” He moves his face closer to yours. You panic again. "W-what will he do?" You curiously and fearly ask yourself. You look away from him.

“Mile, you have something on your face.” Your brows narrow. “Crap! What is it? Why now?” “Here… I’ll get it.” His hands touch your right cheek. You feel your face is all red now. You are electrified. Ten thousand bolts that is what it feels like having his right hand brush your right cheek. “God! Save me! I-I-I think I-I’m go-going to d-die…” You pray hard for him not to stop and for you not collapse. “There. It’s just a piece of paper.” He retrieves his hand while holding a piece of tissue paper. “Oh shit!” You feel really embarrassed. He notices your cheeks. You feel as if you are a red tomato now. "You okay? Mile?" He asks you. "Y-yes..." You say timidly as you look away. A timid response is the best that you can do. "By the way, do you have three minutes to spare now before you go home. I need to discuss something to you." He says seriously. "Ohhh noo... Is this true?" You swear right now that you are going to pass out. You swear right now that you are ready to be caught by him and his arms alone. You swear right now that you want him to spend a little of his time before he leaves.

"Next week, you will no longer be under my supervision. I hope we can talk about something that will do you good." He says while checking at his watch. "Just three minutes. It won't take long." You nod in response. You look like a crazy nutcracker right now. Your head is empty. Yet, your heart is full. While he talks, you cannot help but just stare at his face. You are now hoping that your three minutes will not pass.

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