Chapter Five

Vincent

Even though my apartment is located in a precise area where mushrooms of buildings kept on popping out of nowhere, the view over my veranda is still splendid in the bright light of the sun. I've imagined this day. Actually, the right term for it is that I feared that this day would eventually happen to me, and now here I am in mope mood. I just woke up from a terrible nightmare that narrowly crippled my hunger for a good night rest and this morning, no matter how beautiful it is, isn't certainly one of the best mornings I've had with Keiran. It's been a month since we ended things and yet my visual memory is still highly attached to all of the magical things that happened between us.

Six years.

I didn't know how the fuck we lasted that long, but we actually did. It is no doubt that it was the best six years of my life. We created millions of memories together, we bathed together, we cooked together, we partied and got wasted together, we got naked together and enjoyed each other's performance in every corner of the room, and we visited each other's hometown to end up derailed, halted into a sudden stop. I think everyone knows what happens to a derailed train.

It is so fucking hard to let the reality sink in after all of that great memory. Someone from law school had told me that most relationships between two men don't really last longer not even to forever and I guess he's right about that. Look at me now, and I am terribly sad and utterly lonely and unable to start a day without shedding a tear or thinking about those joyous moments of happiness that I can only look back or staying so long under the shower until you realize you're already late for class and you have to double your time. Every day is a mess, and my coffee is the primary witness to that, even my shower room knows how much I cried about every time. Maybe if I just married him earlier, then we'd still be together now sharing a big ass mug of coffee. I lifted my coffee mug and raised it. I wished Keiran is here, but he's not and just by sipping this coffee brings back all the good memories of each blessed morning where we both have the same mug and just cuddle with each other.

After the breakup, I wasn't so sure how to start my own life being single. I don't know where to start or which road to take. I loved Keiran so much that I would catch a bullet for him, but I had no choice but to let him go.

"Hello?" I picked up my phone after I heard it rang. It was actually ringing for a long moment.

"Where are you?" Said a female voice that I somehow recognize. My mind is scrambled, but there's a hint about that voice, it is someone I know, not that much but I know her.

"At home, why? who is this?" My voice was almost soft and broken and confused; all of those three merged together at once.

"Why do you sound like that?" The woman from the other line asked inquisitively.

"Who is this?" I repeat.

"It's Yhannie" I almost choked upon hearing the woman say her name.

"Yhannie?"

"Yeah, Yhannie Thomas. Valentine's friend........ old friend, ex-friend ... or whatever you want to put it."

"Oh yeah, I do remember you" I was right. It is someone that I know, not that much. I know her by the name, Valentine had mentioned her to me several times, I never saw them together, but if they're friends then I believe that but why is this woman calling me though.

"Oh, hey Yhannie, can I...... help you with something?"

"Yeah, Uhm..... I'm so sorry to interrupt whatever you are doing right now, but I just have to ask for a big favor" Yhannie continued over the line.

"Uhm... Sure, I guess so." I was reluctant at first, but I know I've got nothing to do today other than mope around and be sad about my recent breakup, so sure, I could use a distraction or something.

"Thank you so much, Vincent. Errr, this is a bit embarrassing, but I'm in prison right now, hehehe, sorry, ugh it grosses me out to say that, but yeah I'm in prison right now, and I totally need your help, can you bail me out?"

"Uhm, " I was a bit struck by that big favour. It is a huge favor.

"But if you have something to do then...."

"No, no, no. It's fine. I don't have anything else to do" That was a total surprise. This day is weird, but I'm here for whatever weirder it can get. "Uhm, which precinct are you in?"

I quickly took a shower then went out to bail Valentine's old friend or ex-friend or whatever she wants me to put it. It took almost two hours before I got into the police station after being stuck in that early morning traffic jam, part of me regretted saying yes to this. I did not expect that the city jail would be this hot and undeniably claustrophobic.

"Oohh thank the lord. You truly came here for me. I thought I'm going rot at that nasty cell" Yhannie glowered at me the moment they let her out of the holding cell. She must be itching to death to get out of there as soon as possible. Her face is smothered with lipstick and eyeliner. Her hair is so frizzy as if she never showered for a week and one of her shoes is broken. What in the name of the lord happened to this woman?

"You look really...... awful" I muttered after scrutinizing her from head to toe. She's just wearing a cocktail dress that slides up every time she takes more significant steps. I took my jacket off and put it on her shoulder. She must be cold with that much of skin hanging out. "Uhm I just want to ask what kind of trouble you got yourself into?" I followed up.

"I went clubbing last night with some of my friends. I really don't remember what exactly happened, but someone stole my wallet, and I got into a fight."

"And where are your friends?"

"I don't really know. As soon as I got into that fight, the police came quicker than I thought and they were nowhere to be found" We continued walking until we both got inside my car. "I'm really sorry, Vincent, for taking your time."

"No worries. By the way, how did you know about me?"

"Oh I actually just moved in just a week ago at the same apartment that you're in"

"Oh really, what a coincidence."

"I saw you twice, and that's why I called you because I know we live in the same building and I really can't ask my parents to come and bail me out, they'd slit my throat for that. I can't thank you enough for doing this for me even though you don't know me that much"