“Good morning.”
A cheerful voice greeted me when I woke up.

It’s him...
Why was he here again....?

I pulled myself to sitting position and faced him where  I thought he was.

“Why are you here again?”

“I brought you breakfast.”

“I haven’t brush my teeth yet.”
Stupidly, this is the only thing I could think to say.

“Never mind.  You can brush afterwards.”
He shoved a bread into my hands.

“Eat this, it’s very delicious.  I have to go now.   See you tomorrow.”

I assumed he waved...
There was a gust of air against my face...

Could he be back tomorrow...?
I suspected...
Friends had promised the same thing...
But they ended up not visiting anyway...

I expected him to do the same..
But to tell the truth.. part of me gave him the benefit of doubt...
He made me felt less lonesome...

I turned towards my window again...
Is spring coming...?
The air smelled fresh...bringing the hopes of new beginning...

Could my beginning be part of it too...?
 

Surprisingly, he did turn up the next day...
The next...and the next..
And the week to come....

Sometimes...he would come in the morning..
Sometimes...in the afternoon...
But it seemed that his favourite time was at night...
Often..he would wake me up when I’m sleeping just to eat the supper he brought.

Most of the time, he would talk...
Telling about me about the weather...  things happening around...
Some gossip about the idols’ lives... The latest games...
Sometimes..I would respond...
But I was just content enough to hear his voice...

I had asked what was his occupation...
He couldn’t be too old.. He sounded my age.
But he just laughed it off, saying I needn’t know.
Said I just need to know that he would always be my friend...
 
 

Today... he had not turned up yet...
My dinner was untouched...
I had no appetite.
Could this day...which I dreaded most....?
When he finally stopped coming...?

I waited the next day...and the next day...
Still no signs of him...
How.. depressing....