Monochrome Stories

White's POV

"So... What were you gonna tell me?" I asked to hopefully get rid of the awkward silence. 

It's been an hour since Black left us alone. Lilac just sat on the chair beside me and has been silent ever since. 

A good minute passed, then she finally opened her mouth to talk. "Why'd you want me to go to your house?" She asked a bit aggressively. "Was it because you wanted me to see you like that?"

"What?! No! It's not like that!" I replied, panicking a bit. 

"Then why?!" She snapped. "You have no idea how worried I was about you... You have no idea how much I cried because of you... When I saw you lying on the floor, I didn't know what to do. I'm glad I didn't go to your house alone. If I didn't invite Black to come with me, then I don't know what possibly could've happened to you." She began crying. 

I held her hand. "I'm sorry. I never really intended for you both to see me like that. There's just been a lot of things on my mind. Until now actually, but I promise I'll be fine."

She pulled her hand away. "Then why didn't you call me? If you have any problems, you can always tell me."

"I... I just thought I could handle it on my own."

She wiped the tears from her face. "If you can't, then at least remember there are still some people you can lean on. So please, please, next time you're in trouble, let us know so we can help you."

It's nice to know that people are willing to help me, but I just don't know. I don't think I'm ready to talk about stuff like this, especially since I never had to in the first place. 

"I'm not asking you to tell me now." She added. She must've noticed I was too quiet. "We can talk about it when you're ready. Take your time."

"Right. Thanks." I replied. 

The room returned to being quiet and we both became awkward again. 

"A-anyway I need to find Black. I forgot to give him the coffee I bought for him." She said as she stood up, but just as she was about to walk, I grabbed the sleeve of her jacket. She looked at me. "What is it?" She asked. 

"Can you stay for a bit?" I asked. "I don't wanna be alone..."

She smiled and sat back down. "Of course. I'll just text Black and tell him that I still have his drink."

"How was your day at school?" I asked. 

"I finally met Crimson." She replied. "He isn't really what I would expect from somebody that people call a delinquent. I wonder how that rumor even started? He looks like a sweet guy."

"Maybe something from his past? He might not have been like this back then."

"You think so?"

"I'm not sure, but maybe Black knows something."

"Speaking of Black, how did the two of them even meet?" She asked while tucking her phone back in her bag.

I tried to sit up a little. "I'm really curious about that too. I've never seen Black hang out with anybody other than me." I replied. 

"How did the two of you meet then? Black doesn't look like the kind of person that would be social."

"Well." I chuckled. "I was actually the one that approached him first. On the first day, he was sketching by the window. He didn't notice the announcement that the teacher wasn't gonna show up, so I told him about it. At first he didn't wanna hang out with me, but he warmed up over time."

"That's so cute." She said, patting my head.

"Stop that!" I exclaimed.

"Don't move too much. You're still hurt." She chuckled a little. 

"F-fine. A-anyway, how did you two meet?" I ask. 

"If I remember correctly, it was during dismissal time and I stayed in the classroom to paint a little. I didn't wanna go home that day yet, so I was just looking for an excuse not to. It was about after you went home. He entered the classroom. At first, I thought he was looking for you so I told him you already went on ahead, but he said that he was just there to get his bag. He sat down for a bit to fix his stuff, but then for some reason, he decided to stay and sketch. We talked to each other during that time, and I also talked to him the following day." She explained. 

"He introduced us to each other the day after too, remember?"

"Yeah." She laughed. "You were so stiff and awkward. We also went out that day, right? Didn't you ask Black to come with us?"

"I did, but he said he didn't wanna come."

Then it struck me. Was the reason that he didn't wanna come because he was meeting up with Crimson? It still doesn't add up though. If he was gonna meet up with him, then they would've already known each other by then. 

"Hey..." Lilac said. "Do you think he met up with Crimson that day?" She asked. I guess I wasn't the only one that thought about that. 

"That's what I was thinking too." I replied. "But it doesn't make sense. If he was gonna meet Crimson that day, then shouldn't they have already known each other?" I added. 

"That does make sense... We should just ask him how they met when he gets back."

"Yeah, but it's been a while. Can you text him?" I asked. 

"Sure." She replied. 

I really do wonder. How did the two of those meet? The rumors didn't start until at least a few days after that day, so they must've met during that time. If they already met before that, then the rumors would've started sooner. 

"White..." Lilac said. "He isn't replying. I've tried calling him either, but no one's answering." She stood up. "I'm gonna go look for him for a bit. Wait for me." She said as she ran out the door. 

"Oh... Okay." I replied. 

I guess it's just me again in this lonely hospital room... This sucks.