Thirty nine

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* Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. *

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----- Joseph. -----

The first thing I took note of on regaining consciousness was the heavy weight on my chest.

My eyes opened up slowly and I was stunned at what it was. Mira was half hugging me in her sleep with her head on my chest. The closeness was weirdly unfamiliar. Though we've cuddled a number of times over the past five years of our friendship, it still felt different after the three weeks separation.

How did we get here? I wondered.

“ Jose. ” I recalled her calling out to me, and holding me in her arms while I broke down in her embrace. I remember how comfortable and sweet her embrace was, so comfy and addicting that I was lured to sleep.

But what was she doing here in the first instance? Shouldn't she be at the orphanage or something?

In my heart, I knew she'd come here for me. But I don't deserve that, do I?

After all I'd done.

Isn't it funny how those we push away are those who ar