Turn on The TV

18 April 2008
1:51am

Andrea didn’t turn on the TV. She didn’t mind the change of plans or even the expectations she was thinking before Noel walked inside the room. What is important is that, you are here. I feel needed. I am here to be with you. That’s it.
Noel held her tighter. Enough to make Andrea feel that Noel was thinking again of something but not ready to give the details. She has been anticipating to know what was wrong. She’s been having the gut feeling that he might be in a difficult situation. She wanted to be there for him, too. But now, Noel only asks for her presence. She obeyed.
They both fell asleep. They may not be wearing clothes but the feeling of being together is warmer than having something on. Noel looked like a child when he was holding Andrea. Innocent and craving.


It’s 1:15 in the morning when Andrea woke up. The warm feel of Noel’s skin a while ago was gone. Noel lay on the other side of the bed. Noel turned its back on her. She was left exposed to the cold breeze of near dawn. She looked at Noel and saw him at deep sleep. She grabbed a blanket and covered her body. She moved closer to Noel and looked at him again this time – closer, longer. She listened to his breathing. She stretched the blanket and shared it with Noel. He might feel cold later.
While looking at him, Andrea suddenly felt that she missed him. She is with him, but the last couple of days, it looked like he is not acting to be him. Or maybe Andrea haven’t seen the other side of Noel. It was like only this time, his silence became disturbing. She doesn’t want to worry herself. She would want to support him. Andrea gives Noel a significant amount of time. He might be composing himself before he finally share the things that bother him. She leaned closer to him. She ran her fingernails to Noel’s back, then his shoulders in a slow circular motion. She kissed him on his cheeks. Noel is still in deep slumber. She smiled knowing she didn’t wake him up. Now, Andrea wrapped her arms around Noel’s body. Her head rests on Noel’s back.

I won’t go anywhere. As long as you want me to be, I won’t run away. Andrea thought.