Give 'Us' A Chance

SCARLETT POV

What's the time?

I looked at the table beside me. 2:15 am. We had done our dinner before we entered this bullshit hotel, that's why after changing our clothes we quickly slept where we decided to sleep. Me in the bed and him in the couch. Although I was lying in the comfort I still couldn't sleep. It's been 4 or 5 hours I guess I have been lying totally still here. I want to sleep so bad; my eyes are burning yet when I closed them no trace of sleep.

My face was towards the window, giving me the perfect view of outside, the buildings, the trees yet I can hardly see the moon shining out in the sky. It was hidden behind the leaves and stems of a tree, whenever the wind blows disturbing the sleep of the leaves, I could see the moon slightly twinkle but brightly as if it is so proud to be the reason of this light despite the darkness, so proud to shine despite its own flaws which can clearly be seen. Everything is so dark, so black and yet there was a different kind of peace, a different kind of shine, a different kind of light present all because of this moon. Because of this moon which doesn't even have its own light.

Since childhood I have loved this darkness, this moon, this night sky. At first it was so beautiful to look at but when the time passed there was always a soothing calm in it. I still remember how in childhood I used to make my so-called paintings looking at this night sky but when I grew up it became totally different. In my teenage, I was teased by my classmates because I had acnes, scars, pimples and it used to make me so sad and furious that I never took the pain of telling those non-sensical idiots that it was puberty. But one day, my granny noticed my problem and asked me to sit with her one night. We started talking nearly about everything and then slowly she asked me what I think about that moon. 

Me being full of negativity because of constant bully and all told her that "I don't understand why everyone hype so much about its beauty. There's nothing in it. Except those ugly dark spots, it doesn't even have its own light." I kept on babbling bad about it and very slowly when I was left with nothing to say bad about it, I halted my speech at 'yet'. "And yet..." 'yet, what?' she asked me. 

"And yet it shines so pretty, it looks so pretty......it would be unbelievably dark at night if it wouldn't be there to reflect sun's light." And very slowly I realized what she wanted to tell me; she didn't utter a word, but I understood. It was so difficult to feel happy despite your clearly shown flaws. It took time but it happened. One day, one day I was able to feel happy in my own skin and that moment was the happiest moment of my life. 

I was still gazing out when I noticed some movement. Movement in the couch, it was with wall where the window was. I dropped my gaze to him. He was sleeping or maybe pretending to be asleep because I can see how uncomfortable he was. But, the moonlight was falling over his face softly as if whispering something to him. His hair was disheveled and was looking so soft. His both hands tucked under his head which made his shirt slightly up making his boxer's band to be seen. And his legs......well, let's not talk about that because his height is clearly making his feet at uncomfortable position. I sighed and turned to keep my back completely in the bed and looked up at the ceiling. No sleep. 

Few moments passed and someone cleared throat. I mean he cleared his throat. I looked at him to see he was already looking at me. And his eyes were twinkling. Twinkling because the moonlight was now falling on his eyes. I was so caught on my thoughts that I couldn't listen what he said. "Huh?" 

"Hii" 

He whispered in a soft voice as if someone might hear us. So, I also whispered softly.

"Hii"