A screech of a car brake is heard as a grand Porsche comes to view. A guy literally jumps out of the car and walks swiftly from around the car. He enters a gracefully designed florist's shop.
The teenage guy scans the beautiful arrangements. His lips are moving as he keeps murmuring something to himself. His narrowed blue eyes are searching for a perfect bunch.
The female owner of the shop is talking to two of her customers who are almost done shopping for the most beautiful bunch of flowers in the shop. They lady graciously bows and thanks the customers. She pockets the money into a small opening at the front of her apron and approaches her new customer.
“How may I help you, Sir?” She asks Noah.
“Roses ... White!” He briefly describes what he wants. A mysterious playful, yet excited smirk plays on his face.
It is evening and the sun is ready to set over the horizons far away. The secluded area in the NYU premises is best for some secret undertakings to occur.
The foot-steps of the blue-eyed guy lead inside the premises as he approaches a man standing by the single out-spread tree, resting his back and foot on its hard stem. The dude has his head downcast, his hat avoiding the full view to his face.
The blue eyes shine into the remnant light of sun surrounding them and his handsome, chiselled face reveals an undefined anxiousness on it suddenly.
He forwards his hands asking for, “Supplies, Jamie!”
The guy around his age named James looks up revealing his face which is good-looking though unneeded stubbles giving him a rugged look and making him look like a street thug.
A smirk shows up on Jamie’s face and he removes one of his hands out of his pocket with something held in it.
He hands over to him whatever he has in his hands saying, “Good-luck Noah” He winks at him and begins to snicker.
Noah clicks his tongue and says gratefully, “Thanks dude!”
He looks down at the pack of condoms and lube and grins wide.
Noah scurries his way towards their dorms wanting to get there as soon as he can. He opens the door to his room and enters in. The door closes with a bang.
His blue eyes scan around the room searching for specific someone. But he finds the room is empty. The beds are made, unlike the way he had left it when he went away and not a single thing was out of place. No voice could be heard from the bathroom either.
His smile has started to falter all of a sudden. “Luke?” Noah calls out.
His voice echoes around the dorm room. He sits the flowers down at the side table looking around for his room-mate. He walks more inside, his heartbeat speeding up with every step he takes. He throws his bag on one of the beds and halts when he reaches the middle of the large room, putting his hands on his waist.
He looks at the table clock which read 6.30 PM.
“He should have returned an hour ago. Where is he?” He talks to himself, getting worried.
He taps his chin with his finger, then reaches for his cell-phone in his pocket - punches number and holds the phone closer to his ear. His forehead wrinkles up and he looks weird at the cell phone; then dials again and waits holding it back to his ear.
“Damn! What the hell is wrong with him?” Noah frustratingly yells to no one in particular.
A look of worry mixed with fear surpasses his features when his gaze falls on the note lying abandoned on Luke's bed. He hurries to get hold of it.
He picks up the note and reads a scribbled writing saying -
Noah, I am sorry for letting you down. But I have to go - don't know for how long because it's bad, VERY BAD! I also don't know if we will ever come face to face again, but even if you forget me, I won't. Because, you were the most beautiful thing that happened to me, I cherish all the moments we spent together. But I can't stay anymore. Responsibilities call, and I have to go my own way now.
Again, I am sorry. I hope you understand.
Love you, always – Your’s Luke!
Suddenly, a tear splashes on the letter and the ink spreads leaving the word "Luke" stained and partly erased out.
Noah’s face divulges gloominess taking over him. He looks devastated and his eyes suddenly get red out of fury as well as pain.
Noah starts to cry while mumbling to himself, “WHY? Luke, why did you have to leave? It was going to be so special tonight and you just go away?” He lets out a soft, aching sob, “God! I love you so much, why did you leave me?”
Noah covers his face as he breaks down into a zillion tears. Moans of severe agony fills the room and the room seems to have grown darker. The letter in Noah's hands falls onto the floor as lightly as a feather.