Midnight Memories

Chapter 5: Midnight Memories N3 or "I Need Your Words"

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Chapter 5: Midnight Memories N3 or "I Need Your Words"

I've been swimming since I was four. I don't exactly remember how my love towards it began, but I'm pretty sure I loved being in the water the moment I realized my skin is touching it.

Dad told me once that when he first took me to a swimming pool, I'd not get out of it. When he tried to pull me out, I cried so hard the whole complex turned to look at me and so he let me be and hung on his shoulders while he swam for hours. He told me I'd scream whenever he stopped.

And that's become my escape and my own little space since then. I have jumped into the arms of water when I felt sad, deceived, disappointed, lonely, angry, confused...

I am not a professional swimmer or anything, truth be told I barely even swim when I'm in the water. What I mostly do other than lying over the water and closing my eyes, is going to the very bottom of the pool, sitting down and holding my breath for as long as I can, before coming for enough air and back in. It gives me control over my own life, knowing that I'm the one who chooses whether to come up for air or not. It makes me believe that I'm the one in charge, and not some circumstances or someone else.

Turns out Kai was right, we do have a rooftop pool and it's fabulous.

It's an indoor one, with high glass walls and a ceiling so that you can see the stars when you are swimming at night and the busy town during the day. You can see almost the whole city from here. There are also the usual sun chairs here and I start to mentally pout since I don't have time to lay on one of those as I throw my shorts and a tank top over my two-piece swimsuit and head for the elevator.

As I am opening the door of my apartment I hear the one behind me open as well. When I turn around I see Kai making his way out and shutting the door.

I haven't seen him for two days after the race, probably because I was never home during the day- getting to know the town, shopping for necessities and stuff. I was hoping he'd knock on my door and take me to his midnight wanderings, but he didn't. I hate to admit it, but I was kind of a little disappointed.

Because those two midnights I spent with him were such a distraction and I was so eager to experience more, even though I had a hard time admitting it. I think it's because I am lonely and that's why I start to think that Kai's presence is always a huge event for me.

I actually considered knocking on his door and suggesting we hang out together again. And once I even did so, but thankfully he wasn't home to open the door and make me feel humiliated for some reason.

There is nothing wrong with asking him to spend time with me as friends, I know that. The thing is I just don't want to be too needy.

Though during those past two days I haven't even seen his apartment lights on. I guess that means he wasn't even home, to start with.

"Oh, hey," I say way too excited, making him turn back to face me. I almost slap myself mentally.

"Hi," he says, still locking his door. I still have no idea why he has two locks. It's a safe neighborhood, you know. "How are you doing?" When he turns, I almost feel the wind knocked out of my lungs.

I don't usually like unshaven guys, but still, he manages to slay the five o'clock shadow, as if it's a constant part of the whole hot guy image that hangs over his head all the time. It really suits him, to say the least.