Hands that fit perfectly.
I once had a girl whose hands fitted my perfectly too.
I first met Carinne back in junior college. She was both friend and lover whom I found solace in. Having grown up in a broken family with divorced parents, abused sister and jailed brother, my complicated upbringing made it difficult for me to trust others easily. It was Carinne who brought me back to life. I still remembered the morning with heavy rain, and a girl with thoroughly drenched uniform was standing beside the traffic lamp post, shivering and all alone in the rain. I ran up to her and without a word, I took her under the shelter of my umbrella. That was how we knew each other, that was why she patiently waited for me in the canteen every day after school to take bus 53 back home together.
She would offer to hold padded targets for me as I trained my kicks for taekwondo competitions. She would sit quietly in one corner watching as I trained in school, as I sparred with my fellow teammates, wiping my forehead with her towel during break time. I had the best girlfriend ever.
It was her who made me trust again.
I would never forget how she left my world eventually. One day, I brought her back home for the first time. It was then that she knew about my family problems. It was how her parents disapproved of our relationship. It was why she pushed me away one night, in the middle of the rain, crying and pleading with me to let her go.
Devastated, I would drink all night and lie flat on the streets and alleys. Equally drunk passer-bys would kick me, rob me, and spit on me. I vowed to never walk this path again.
I could only conclude she betrayed love, and hence she betrayed me.
Maybe… I just couldn't bear to let her go.
"You really managed to get Rin?" SS asked in disbelief when I returned to Hall on Sunday night. He called Faizal down and shared the joy. No, together, they will interrogate how far we progressed.
"I guess we should be together now… I think," I replied, unsure myself. Indeed we kissed, but maybe it was due to her sudden rush of feelings too?
"Kiss… may not necessarily means together you know. I know of a friend who went to her friend's house to do project. Then all of a sudden they kissed, and all of the same sudden they remained as friends," SS reasoned. Faizal, who just got into our bunk, jumped on my bed and asked seriously.
"So are you all together?"
"Are we?" Rin replied haughtily when I asked her the following day, tossing her soft, waist level hair and stroked it fondly.
"Aren't we?" I asked nervously. If kissing and holding hands doesn't mean we're together, then… what else?
She suddenly grabbed my arms and pulled it close to her bosom. I was walking her to the Science Faculty for her morning lecture. We stopped momentarily as she tip-toed and whispered gently into my ears.
"For as long as you want me to, darling."
The next few weeks passed quickly. We sometimes met Richard and Sarah along the corridors and they were still very caring towards us. Because Sarah was also an accounts student, she would lend us textbooks which were usually neatly highlighted and furnished with useful page tags.
Rin would rush her lab reports while I was kept busy with project work. Nonetheless, She would mostly travel to Business School and do her lab reports at block 5 with us, while I discuss projects with Kris and Faizal. Sometimes, Faizal would bully her into buying coffee from the canteen for all of us. "She wouldn't mind," Faizal reasoned, when I noticed one day when Rin was walking unsteadily with the cups of coffee back to our bench, looking rather pale.
