Flight 19

Flight 19

9:15 PM

It’s been approximately 35 minutes since my flight departed.

Do not get me wrong, it is not that I have missed my flight, I simply ‘voluntarily’ exchanged seats with a rather important character than my own, and in this story, it is a character that takes form of an 8-year-old boy.

“It’s with great regret for us to inform you sir, but you’re the only single passenger in this flight that is without a baggage. We would like to apologize for the matter as it seemed that the flight has been overbooked and there’s a single kid that has not gotten a seat left.”

It was supposed to be an option. It is usually an option. But in my case, it was not. They would usually tell me it’s an option, but in the case, that had occurred before my eyes was them slowly suggesting that either way, I will end up getting removed from my flight to be redirected to another one.

The next flight would supposedly be at 2300 hours. Supposedly. Not including delays, weather, or personal matters such as the one I had participated in, though I doubt the chances of it happening twice in one night.

“I should’ve taken the morning flight.”

I sighed.

“As a sign of our apology, we would like to offer you a stay at our first-class lounge for as long as you like before the flight. We wish you a pleasant stay and a nice evening good sir.”

What’s left of my spirit for the flight home had gone down the pipes of a roaring airplane, shooting across the field, taking off into the unknown. As gracefully and smooth as it seemed, only those who are taking the flight could actually feel as the engine revved it’s might, with each and every single nut in the plane holds on for dear life. Metaphorical life. Passengers saying prayers, mantras, wishful thoughts and hope, holding each other hands, or singing songs of adventures as they ascend towards their temporal destination, the sky. In that small space of a few hours, or even more in accordance to the destination of said plane, the destination never mattered. It’s all about that flight. You eat, you sleep, you play and you pee and if you’re ever lucky enough, you die. A life’s cycle within short hours.

But there’s more. In it, you get peace. For once, peace was apparent. That moment when the airplane dimmed its light, this 400 tonnes airplane is elegantly gliding across the midnight sky, with subtle whispers of the wind knocking on through your oval-shape window, there’s nothing more comforting than knowing that life bullshitery has ceased to exist.

“I was told to come here.”

“Yes sir, again, we’re sorry for the inconvenience caused, we hoped it had not dampen your spirit in your adventure.”

“It’s fine, I was never in a hurry in the first place.”

It’s true. I doubt there’s anything to be gained from complaining than wasting valuable time and liquid.

The lounge, as impressive as the name sounded, brings forth a feeling of serenity through its decor and colours. A slightly dimmed gold luminescence enveloped the area with low hanging lights, brown sofas, tables, chairs and soothing music playing in the background. From the entrance of which I’m standing at, the place seemed wide, and systematically arranged with passengers spread randomly, each engrossed to their own manners. Each of these people brought a reserved feeling of solitary and without a doubt, requiring no company than what they had in their hands nor with what flashing to their eyes.

While I was searching for a place to rest, I found a particularly interesting subject, a lady, who seemed to be in her thirties, smartly dressed as most of the others here, with an exceptionally intelligent face, and an immediate recognizable air of seriousness as she stared long onto the vastness of the field. Unwillingly, I found myself seated next to her in such manners that exhibit my more than obvious curiosity.

“I’m sorry to disturb your evening, but it had come to my attention that you’re quite familiar. Had we met before?”

“I doubt it. I rarely forget a face. Though the probability of it happening is possible but you seemed like a man who I’d not forget past our first encounter and it is very unfortunate for me to say that this is in fact our very first.”
She smiled.

“How is it unfortunate? We never met.”

“Because if we did, then I had forgotten such a good-looking man had ever started a conversation with me. That’s a lost don’t you think?”
She winked.

Her answers bring great surprise to me despite my brisk manners and how she reacted to it. Was it obvious that I had shown signs of advancement as I entered the room? I wondered to myself.

“Relax. I saw you over at the counter not too long ago. You were bumped from your flight did you not? It happens, I’ve been in such position before.”

“Such as now?”
I remarked. Of course, answering this, thought came late to me that she was in fact a first-class flier and all I did was offend her with such comment. But no, she did not, instead she chuckled.

“No, not now. I am a frequent flier here, hence my upgraded status. But truth to be told, I fell in love with these lounges because I too was once removed from a flight. Now, I find it appeasing. I get to relax and enjoy the view as much as I wanted in the comfort of my temporary home”

“That’s quite a statement. Are you working all over the country?”
“It’s a statement. That’s what it is, but it matters most to those who are living it. When you are in a plane, especially for long journeys, anything associated to it is pretty much home. You eat in it, you sleep, you play and you pee and if you’re ever in luck…”

“You die in it.”
“You die in it.”

This fast-forwarded banter felt delightful to me as I’ve always found myself as a man of confinement but it never occurred to me that someone may be the same in such perspective. Our talks sprouted from temporary topics of the airplanes and its majestic build to perhaps what I would call rather personal in the manner of favourite authors and quotations.

“And to answer your previous question, yes, I do work all around the country.”
She commented. She took a sip from her orange juice just beside her chair, and smiled as she offered me. I politely declined and lay back against my chair, settling down my bag against the legs and continued staring into the clock across the room.

She slowly unravels her wrist and looked briefly on her watch before settling her foot once again for comfort, positioning herself facing mine.

“What do you do again? You looked familiar. Have I seen you before?”
She asked.

“I doubt it. I’m not exactly a high-ranking individual to be recognized by sight nor by attire.”

“Well, from your attire and figure of speech, no, the very air around you, I would say you’re definitely a writer but in the end, that is just my assumption.”
“It’s a correct one then. I do write. But I have not reach the point of recognition such prolific writers would, and I could assure you, I have not met you before.”
“No, no. But you have written a poetry compilation have you not? I’ve read it before. Quite fascinating. I admire your work you know.” She smiled.

She immediately, in her current position, recited a piece, a stanza to be exact, with one finger in air, eyes closed, with her very voice as the focus, she exhaled.

“Whence the two strangers, of the east and west met, in their conformity exchanging thoughts and matters, was it randomness that brought these two souls? or was it fate?”
“You memorized it.”
I knew of it of course. It was mine.

“Of course, the whole piece was about fated strangers.” She laughed and was proud of herself as how she had memorized the line.

“Well, do you believe in it?”
“In fate? or in the randomness of it?”

“Both.”

“I see it this way. It’s the same. Fate or chaotic nature of randomness, they do not matter in life. What matters is how such situation is seen and confronted. For example, I could’ve just taken the morning flight hence missing this chance to meet a favourite writer of mine, but I did not. Was it fate or was it simply random? I do not know, but I do know it was a pleasure knowing the mind behind the words that I read late at night.” She then took no more but a second and gestures me.

“A sudden thought came to me earlier even, that you might be just another poor soul who had been removed from his flight and would be best left alone and yes, if you wondered now, if I would have started a conversation with you if you hadn’t. When that takes place, that’s another question, was it fate or pure randomness? It’s not both. Either way, seeing you walked through that door brought forth a sense of curiosity within me and this conversation would still happen no matter which universe of the two we lived in.”

“That was refreshing. You should be a writer yourself.”

“I was never good with words nor writing. But my mind is a wonderland of thoughts and you are among the few who seen it. You should feel lucky.”
She teased.

“I am.”

She gave it a thought and leaned it before continuing.

“So, tell me, it’s been a rather non-eventful day don’t you think. Delayed from your own flight, meeting this random stranger in a first-class lounge, having your own lines recited to you, will you ever in the farthest thought of your mind, write this scene in one of your books?”

“I am not sure. Would it make a good story? What would the plot be? It’s quite difficult to write it when you’re pressuring such ideals to be re-created back in context especially when I have no control on both of the characters. You are you, and I’m just a guy who got removed from his flight. There are no before and afters. Just two encounters coming from one scene to the next and bound to leave without ever meeting again.”

“That’s a harsh context. See it this way. Take me in as your ideal woman. Write about it, visualize its backstory and made way from there to here” She gestures the chair.
“And you, take yourself as a man of fate. Write it with those fingers of yours the thread of the story and sew a beautiful, heart-warming, love tale across the canvas that is paper. Isn’t it far easier when you see it this way?”

“It does. But you see, this prose another major problem in and out of context.”

“And that is?”

“That you are my ideal woman.”
She seemed shocked from my statement. And yes, even I was dumbfounded by my own remarks. What had happened to my own consciousnesses that made my mouth spouted such thoughts before such a lovely creature. Had the universe taken my thoughts into consideration, and materialize it in the physical sense that is my voice.

“Well, wouldn’t that make it more interesting?”

“I do not know and sadly, it is not up to me to decide.”

“For now, would you mind accompanying me for supper?”
She stood up from her seat and gestures towards the open dining table across the room. The long table were served under a dimmed lighted chandelier, with silverware spread symmetrically beside the array of condiments ranging from light snacks to heavy supper. Definitely first-class.

As I walked alongside her towards the table, something came to my attention which was the overwhelming theme of the lounge itself. It is not exactly something that bothers the mind but rather small sets of how the place is decorated and painted, or even smell that gave out that certain vibe, the vibe of timelessness. It struck to me that the lounge had barely any sort of indication of time except the main flight clock and digital numbers on headlights near the entrance. It had occurred to me that I’ve been talking to this lady for quite a while now and it’s almost ten-thirty. Time felt like it had not moved amidst our friendly chat but unfortunately it did and it is almost time for my flight.

After our brief supper, we both agreed that it is almost time for both of our flight, most likely the last flight of the day alongside other grey fitted gentlemen on a Thursday night. We walked towards the exit, and ‘logged-out’ the lounge before departing to our terminals which coincidentally was next to one another. Facing the huge information board, we stood there waiting for our announcements and I can’t help but turn towards her.

“Excuse me for saying this and I do hope that I am not being unpleasant, which I hope you would tell if I do, but there is a deep desire within me that wondered would we ever meet again?”
“I do wonder the same thing, but alas, it is not up to us. I’m going to be flying all over the country as soon as my project starts and I doubt I would be here nor anywhere for more than few months.”
She replied. She held up her ticket and showed me her destination which was definitely different from mine, wasn’t even close.

“Then allow me to suggest a proposition. I doubt this scene would happen again in the upcoming months, years, and probably never. So, I’m taking this opportunity to delve you into my mind for a change.”
“Interesting. Continue.”

“In the case of reality not governed by fate nor randomness as the one we’re living right now, I chose to create my own thread, my own story, and I would imagine it, no, I would make it that we meet again. But, here’s the twist, it’s not in real life.”

“You’re saying, we’ll meet again, our very characters would meet again in the pages of this book of yours?”

“Exactly.”

“That is an interesting story, especially to the both of us who actually knows the overall tale behind. But how does it help us in the future? How can I find you if the thought ever occurs?”

“Read my stories, my poetry. And you’ll find me in a place where no one would have thought of looking, or even know it was there in the first place.”

“And that place is?”
She wondered. I smiled along and gestures my head before continuing.

“Your mind, and hopefully, after you’re done reading the story, your heart.”

She smiled widely, and laughed covertly, hiding away her excitement before me.

“Very well Mr. writer. I await your next story.”

“Good. And when you do, you’ll know where to find me.”

“So, you’re putting your faith in me in hope someday I will try and find you? Is that confidence I’m seeing or is it pure chance?”
She smirked.

“See, it’s both. Either way, I know we would meet other again no matter which of the two universe we lived in.”
We both laughed whilst standing against the gate and shook our hand before leaving for the terminal. Few hours had never felt so short in my lifetime, and yes it does bring back the spirit of adventure that had lost before, but not for home, no, it’s for something else. Something deep inside me is eager to meet her again and one day, hopefully be lucky enough to witness that smile of hers once more.

My flight that night was a lonesome one, alone in my aisle with barely anyone else in front or behind me. Somewhere around sixty in this huge airplane for the midnight flight and as much as I would like to rest, my heart is still beating with exhilaration and I could not for the likes of me, fall asleep.

“It would be best to start now.”
I thought to myself. I slowly turned on the night light on top of me and pull out my pen and paper before succumbing into the alternate universe that is my writing.

 

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It’s been months since that fateful night and I have heard no signs nor messages from or about her. As unfortunate as that sounds, hope still lingers and I know that someday we would meet again through some uncertain circumstances.

“You’ll see me live, you’ll see me succeed in my writings.”
Those were the words I wrote within the last pages of my book.

I have the most profound feeling that out there she’s currently reading it, among the quiet, reserved group of a lounge or a cafe, slowly stripping away the content of each page and devouring its story by the eyes, focusing on every nit-pick and details. Even the thought of her brings a warm feeling of comfort and company.

“Whence the two strangers, of the east and west met, in their conformity exchanging thoughts and matters, was it randomness that brought these two souls? or was it fate? Moments shared together no longer than a night, but they shared the sense of belonging in each other’s sight, Warm souls meeting each other, waiting for the next chapter to unfold, and in secret wishing to be to be together, their hearts screams for the other, to love and be loved, past the stories and jokes told, in their deepest desire they wished, may the universe last this moment forever.”

And here I am, back to where it started, this first-class lounge that happens to be the very basis of my wonderful tale. As much as I enjoy reminiscing and being nostalgic in the presence of it, it still lacks something or someone for that matter and the way I see it, the scene is still incomplete. It’s imperfect.

I found myself staring onto the vastness of the field again while my mind wanders off to the unknown, no, rather, to the known thoughts of her of where she is and what she is doing. Could it be that she’s also staring back at me, in that seat of hers, sipping away the orange juice in some airport lounge, waiting for the last flight of the day, and probably, for company.

2200 hours.

Another hour before my flight.

“This is an interesting view, do not tell me you got bumped from your flight again?”

A familiar voice pierce through my gaze and it was a firm voice, and voice of confidence echoing behind me. And it could have been months, or even years, but I could not have forgotten to whom that voice belonged to.

“Now, sorry to excuse your fine evening, but your face rings a familiar scene. Had we met before?” She teasingly remarked. I found my face involuntarily smiles in the whisper of her question.

“I rarely forget a face and the probability of me forgetting one, especially one as beautiful as yours, would be close to zero. And if I did, then it has been my lost.”

“Charming. Well, where are you off now? Going to some exotic island to brainstorm another book? Or are you just jumping off in between lounges to find yet another random stranger to base a book from?” She chuckled.
“I’m going home.”

“Hmm, then we’re in the same boat.” She replied. She sat next to me, not opposite, but rather exactly beside me and laid her bag against the coffee table before taking out her ticket in one swift movement.

“Even better, we’re in the same plane.”
I can’t help but noticed the glaringly bold flight code as it matches mine.

“Wonderful. What are the chances of that?”

“Impossibly high. But then again, maybe it’s just how it’s supposed to be.”

“The universe is up to something.”

“He is.”

We took each of our moment, and silently continue our own business. I drank a bit of my water and stare into the nothingness again, not knowing what to say or what to do. In cases such as this, the plot usually starts with a close banter or a personal confession of the sort in order to get the story going, but I know too well the universe is not a story written by some person in front of typewriter. But it gave me sign, or rather a challenge, had it given me what I wanted or simply put me up a test to see how far I would work for it to happen?

An hour does feel long, it’s only been a few minutes since she arrived and time seemed to take its pace quite well. Maybe the best way is to start first and take the step into what I call ‘the plot’ of my life. Or if fated would have called it, ‘ours’.

“Supper?”
“Supper?”

“Hahaha, all right. Lead the way.”
She laughed and took my hand before setting off towards the dining table.

What the universe has set before me isn’t a scene, nor a story. Not even I, a writer myself could ever write about this, nor should but it is a beginning to an unknown story, a story that should be lived, instead of written.

Or both. Not that it matters now.

 

 

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The last ride

It was 1 in the morning when I got the notification. Just a short drive. It’s been a quiet night; hopefully it will be more productive once I got one going. From the name, it was clearly a girl, going from a club. The thought of future cleaning I might have to do in the case of someone vomiting doesn’t really bother me much, especially when it’s the first customer of the day.

I drove pass by the front door, parked slightly behind a curve just outside of the club. It’s still pretty early, for the place. It’s only been 1:15 and there are still crowds lining up to enter and music blasting through the small door in front.

I saw her left the building along with her friends, happily waving each other goodbye for the night. She looks young, 20 or so, I don’t know and frankly, I care little about it, she’s clearly old enough to enter it in the first place. That’s good enough.

“Sorry, did you have to wait?” She asked. “No”

We left the area, driving slowly but steady out to the main road among the almost nonexistent traffic. She tapped me by the shoulder and asked me to stroll around the city for awhile. There’s nothing wrong with taking a ride, and I felt like maybe I need some midnight air too.

“Just felt like seeing the sceneries one last time” She whispered under the dark reflection of the driver’s seat mirror. So we drove around the city, aimlessly for quite some time. No small talks, no glances, just the sound of the engine revving accompanied by the late night talk shows and soothing music played along the breaks and interventions. We’re at the part of the town that was ‘asleep’ in. In the morning it would be bustling with businessmen, workers and traffic. A congested mess of people obliviously living their own world.

It was 1:40 when she spoke again. “Are you okay with just strolling around?”
Not sure how to respond to that. She’s paying, and it’s not like there’s any other visible customer around. It’s almost 2 in the dead of the night, in the middle of the city. I replied the best and shortest way I could. A simple ‘no’. It wasn’t the like of me to strike up a conversation but as a driver, I have come up with a habit to just blurt out with random, generic questions.

“Had fun just now” I glanced on the window back to see a reaction. She smiled, with a little dimple on one side. Just one. That cute little imperfection that would captures anyone ever had the pleasure of seeing it.

“We had a farewell party” “It was for me” she continued. “I have a flight tomorrow and I feel like saying a proper, happy goodbye”

“I see, for work? Or are you still studying?” I replied. “No” She stared long into the distance and suddenly, her eyes were glistening from the flashes of passing streetlights.

“I’m actually going for an operation” She said, taking her view away from the mirror. I could sense from her voice she’s holding herself from bursting into tears. I kept quiet for I had never been in such a situation.

“It’s for my heart. They said I have little chance of surviving but they didn’t give up. There’s a new technique somewhere in Europe” She held back a little and shut her eyes. She took a deep breath and smiles. “I told my friends I’m going for a trip”

“I just didn’t tell them that the destination is heaven” She laughed.

And in the darkest of nights, I find myself tearing up. The air turned colder and silence soon overtakes the room again. That night, I sent her home with a heavy heart and it kills me as the way she talks as if she had lost hope of it. I couldn’t, for the life of me to even drive properly. That was the first and last customer of the day. I went straight back home crying. And I never heard from her again.

The Rain (1/3)

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                   (credits to whoever drew this)

“It’s going to rain soon.. ”

Yes it is.

The skies had darkened and the sound of thunder claps echoed. Each getting louder and closer and I could feel the wind blowing against my face, bringing the scent I miss most, the sea.

It’s fifteen minutes to four and I’ve yet found my purpose for the evening. Should I skip class? Or should I just wander around until it’s time to go home?

There’s nothing to do in class anyway.

“Have you heard? There’s a new shop opening by the corner?”

The corner huh? Looked like the old flower shop closed down. How unfortunate . I like the old lady there.

It’s sad, seeing how time progress at such an amazing pace and how we’re in the middle of all of it, not able to do anything about it. These streets used to be brimming with traders’ cart, fruit stands, with plethora of foods, flowers, and knickknacks to choose from. The buildings were 4 – 5 stories high as apartments, travellers inn, bars, library, and shops. The road stretches from a higher part of the city to the last corner at the end, where it breaks off into separate roads. It used to be this travellers’ paradise where one could enjoy their time without having a destination.

Now it’s a bustling city, the roads are now what they’re meant to be, roads. The streets became an important passage to those who came from the higher part of the city. At peak times, there would only be cars, with each slamming their horns against one another in a useless effort to move the traffic. Smoke fills the air among the occasional curses spouted by the ones who should be cursed at.

“It’s raining.. ”

I didn’t noticed the drops but it was definitely raining. The crowd suddenly gained pace, dispersing into their own way, seeking shelter from the rain.

It wasn’t long before I found myself hiding in a staircase of a souvenir shop. It was located beside the main entrance but I have no point of going inside, hence the staircase. Although it was there from the beginning, it never occurred to me to unfold my umbrella.

Pools of water slowly forms as I stare into the emptiness, waiting for something to happen. Anything. As long as it would take me away from this place.

In the back of my head all I could recognize was the sound of traffic, the sound of droplets as they fall onto the roof and the ground. I stared as leather shoes splashes the water, as umbrellas fill the scene, and without notice a sudden strike of loneliness hits me.

“Great weather isn’t it? ”

“Yeah…”
“…It’s been awhile since it rained”

I replied.
I wasn’t really paying attention. My thoughts were preoccupied with randomness and what came out was a statement made at the spur of the moment.

“You’re new here aren’t you?”
” Want to hang out upstairs? ”
It replied.

‘Who’ was what came to my mind. ‘It’ turns out to be a ‘he’. A quick glance proved that he had a higher stature than me. White tshirt, black pants, and sneakers. The simplest of many men I had seen today. My eyes weren’t used to it since I was considered tall around everyone else. It was a first for me, to actually look up from down below.

“I’ll be opening up, you can come if you want”

‘Opening up’? A shop then? I thought to myself.

I know the rain won’t be stopping soon. It looked like it would only get worse from here. The gods sounded as if they were angered with bolts of lighting striking the ground violently, and thunders roaring loudly. It took a moment, wasn’t too long nor too short, before the sound was heard, ringing in my head. I knew it happened just around the vicinity.

I took the gentleman’s offer, as I found myself in need of a place to kill time and laze around while waiting for the weather to change.

I followed him upstairs, going up a floor, one after another. It wasn’t the fatigue that got me first, it was curiosity.

“Are we there yet?”
I asked.

“It’s on the highest floor”
“Just up ahead”
“Who told you about this place anyway?”
He smiled.

“No one, it was through pure luck I ended up here”

“That’s new.”
He wondered for a bit.

“Must be fate”
He smiled again.

“I doubt it”

“Don’t you believe in fate?”

I didn’t answer. For awhile, I was somewhere else. I wasn’t walking up a flight of stairs, I wasn’t in that neighbourhood nor that city. I was in a state of serenity.

A place that couldn’t be put into words. Usually I would stay there for awhile, staring towards the emptiness as my mind wanders off.
However, something snapped me out of it.

“Well, you are the master of your fate”

“.. And the captain of my soul”
I replied.

He looked quite surprised.

“You’re the first one.. ”
He was rather amused by it.

We soon arrive at the highest floor, although it was the rooftop, it seemed more like a floor as it was covered by the a wooden roof. The entrance were entirely made of glass, allowing me to peek whatever may be inside. There were flowers, tons of them, with each with different colours, neatly put and arranged around the corners.

He opened the door and allowed me to sit. It was different. Although the temperature dropped earlier, it was quite warm there. The scents of the flowers reminded me of spring, the heat, summer, and the dark, brownish, wooden interior, fall. The edges were walls of transparent glass, and there were small, rounded, wooden, chairs, with table facing the outside.

The place was well situated on the highest building, allowing the viewers to see some part of the city up to the horizon. I could also see the tops of other buildings, the cars, and the walkers down below.

There’s a weird scent lingering in the air, a mixture of the sea and flowers. A weird mix. But somehow it fits. As I whiffed the mixture in, a melancholic melody slowly fills my ears.

“You’re okay with Mozart right?”
The voice came from the back.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, maybe you’re into other composers”

I was surprised. Why would he said that?

“Your arm”
“I couldn’t help but notice the music sheet tattooed on your arm”

I didn’t noticed that my sleeves were folded up. Subconsciously, I lowered it down.

“So what is it?”

“Promise me you wouldn’t laugh”

“Okay, I promise”
There it was again, that smile.

“It’s ‘Path of The Wind’, Joe Hisaishi”
It wasn’t some classic, timeless, piece. It wasn’t Mozart, Bach, or Schumann. It was just a simple piece, filled with memories of when I was younger.

He just stood there. I know that he might had found it silly. But he never let it show, instead there was that smile. A smile you could never forget. It was like a mystery that kept on lingering, wanting to be discovered.

“Okay.. ”
” That was interesting”
“So, coffee or tea? ”

I opted for the coffee.
I sat on the bar, facing him as he brewed the coffee beans, and cleans the cup. There was a mural behind him that resembles the great waves off Kanagawa.

“I didn’t noticed it before, but why are there bamboo shoots over there?”
I wondered. On one of the corners were a group of bamboo shoots sticking upright in position.

“I don’t know, for good luck? ”
He laughed.

He handed the coffee and began wiping the sink and some of the tools. It was still hot as steam was seen rising and I thought I’d better wait for a minute or two just to make it tolerable.

It was a habit for me, to open up my phone and check on notifications, as means of avoiding awkward moments. I’d rather read the news than to converse in a thoughtless subject. Moments later, I drank the coffee black, without sugar nor cream, and of course it caught his attention.

” You’re weird”
“I like that”

And then something happened. Something that changed the atmosphere.

He closed his eyes, leaned over the bar, with his head just besides mine. It didn’t touch. But I felt like it did. He was so close, I could smell his perfume very distinctively as if it was mine.

My face reddens, my heart flutters, and a sudden rush of adrenaline comes through me. My mind went blank and it felt like.
It felt like time had slowed down.

“Hmm, it WAS you”
“Tulips isn’t it, I like the smell of it”
There’s that smile again. The smile that my insides rages for more.

And before my mind made up, my body moved on its own, it leaned closer, and before the both of us noticed it. Our lips were connected. His to mine.

In the course of a few seconds, the universe changed. The temperature dropped even more,  the music was at its climatic moment where the whole Orchestra was in motion, and it seemed like the rain is slowly turning into snow.

And somehow, time stopped completely. 

My peculiar dream and how it ended

 

I woke up in despair over something, again. Though in reality I never knew what it was. It would come and it would go just like that. A persistent and aching memory of seemed to be neither the past nor the present. The mind could have not conjure such imaginations without substances holding it or in other words, it is impossible to think of something we’re not capable of doing, such as the warmth of her cheek, the touch of her fingers, her breath, her body, her substance. Does ‘she’ even exist? or am I simply rummaging through all my past experiences? Then what of her? How did she came about? Question I asked myself as I hurried through the door, terribly late for work.

Days like these I always found myself late. The dream of the night before somehow had taken hours off my schedule.

“Maybe she’s someone from your past?” The waiter suggested. “Memories does that, when a trigger occurred, it would sprung out even the deepest of memories that lays dormant”

“Like a virus?” I replied.

“Exactly”

Then what is the trigger. I could perfectly view her in that vivid dream of mine, but I could not, for the life of me, identify it. Her laughter echoed through my ears, her existence gave warmth before me as if she was there, holding my hand. Before, she was just a random dream my brain made up to accommodate my nights, soon it continued up to a point where her existence has become my day, and my day became a horrible lonely, fazed dream.

I handed the keys to my waiter, and have him open up the shop for the morning. If the dream consists, I may not be up at all. With what I know, the very source of it must be investigated which is the dream itself.

“Where had you been in my life?”

“I never were in it, not yet anyway” She replied.

“Then why am I seeing you?”

“Because memories does that, it is showing you what you misses the most, what you’re about to forget. The memory itself is clinging on, banging on that brain of yours to remember” She whispered as she placed her hands on top of mine.

“So you’re saying we have met?”

“No, you’re saying that. It’s just your subconscious trying to cohere with your condition”

“Then are you a figment of my subconscious?”

“A question for yourself it seems” She giggled.

And I woke up, with tears flowing down my eyes, smearing my cheeks, feeling nothing but distant sorrow and loneliness.

Sometimes I’d reflect myself and see how far I had progressed, from one point to another, hoping to catch a glimpse of what I used to be. Was she really from my past, my future? or my brain is simply slowly breaking apart.

I’ve always been a man of solitude. Relationship has been proven, on my side, based on my experience and observations, to be completely inconsequential. Or it could be my early shy demeanor, closeted attitude and introverted life that had brought me to that conclusion. That I could’ve continue without ever needing it, and even now I don’t, what I really seek through all these mysteries is simply an answer that would balance out everything again. When I could enjoy doing I love and being what I truly am. When it occurred, it changes me, it’s bugging me from inside out, begging me to take notice of its existence.

“Maybe you just have to wait” The waiter commented. “It will come, one day, maybe not now, but it will come”

“But it’s idiotic, to believe in blind faith” I replied.

“It’s not blind faith, call it a gamble. Don’t you enjoy an occasional gamble?”

With the very balance of myself as bargain.

And it continued. After few months, I had accepted it as the way it is. It’s a part of me now. This nonexistent lady that was somehow imagined from my very imaginations had became a real person in my brain. To avoid sounding like a complete maniac, I should say, she had taken resident in my memory and she shows no signs of leaving.

It was a Saturday, and I was enjoying myself reading on one of the tables. Someone came through the door had to share a table with me. Something she didn’t seem to mind as I even offered my leave. She commented that it was nice to have a company. It was quite busy, hence the situation.

“It always full here on weekends. Glad I could get a seat.”

“It’s your lucky day then”

“Not exactly luck” She replied. The waiter came and took her order as she smiled her way through the menu, simply contemplating on the choices available.

“What is it then?” I continued as soon as the waiter left.

“Call it blind faith or whatever, but it was worth the wait. Don’t you think so?” She smiled right through me. Not for what was behind me, but rather through my physical existence. As if it was knocking a door deep beneath this flesh of mine. And that’s all I could remember of it. The waiter remarked on how we chatted through the afternoon before she left. Every Saturday, around 11.30 in the morning, she’d enter around this busy cafe and would somehow ended up on my table, to a point where we had known each other quite well.

One evening, I noticed how I had stopped dreaming of that particular girl. And somehow as I lay deep under the thick blanket of my bed, I had the deepest impression, that I was sure, that she will not be returning anymore. Not in my dream that is.

A story behind the ring

“Hey there. I’m sorry for not visiting you in these past few months. It has been very busy at the office and… ”

“.. Hahaha, shouldn’t have use that as an excuse”

” I brought some flowers, lavender, and your favourite root beer. Aren’t I romantic? ”

“Now, where should I start. Hmm, yes, the wedding…. ”

I talked for a bit and evidently it did took quite some time before I finished. Not that it matters. Here, the sun is just a passerby fixated on its daily schedule. It could be sunny, or rainy, or a well mixed of both, and yet, it would still leave no remarks here. The heat will cool down, the rain will flow, and the snow usually melted well before the day was over. It’ll come and it’ll leave, as if it never happened.

Some would say it’s a boring place. Lifeless more likely. Because it is.

“.. As for him, he married his childhood friend. Yeah, shocking right? … ”

I’d usually ask myself. What am I doing here. I could find a thousand other hobbies to do during my free time and yet I chose to come here. Unfortunately, every time I try, I’d find myself here asking for suggestions.

Time felt as if it hasn’t passed, even though it did, as it always would. Before I knew it, it has been an hour since I came.

The wind hasn’t been blowing but the heat was tolerable. It seems the sun is being generous today.

“… Beetlejuice died for the 250th and final time last Saturday. I messed with the battery a bit but after a few effortless tries, I knew it was too late. I decommissioned it with honour and 25 rounds of the song ‘Blackbird’ by the Beatles. The other were devastated upon hearing the news. ”

Beetlejuice was an old Volkswagen beetle we bought during our college days to get around. It has served the whole squad countless times and for 3 continues, tiring years.

We decided that by graduation we should drive the car towards the edge of a cliff and does a last minute jump before flying off and crashes into the rocks below, exploding into a million pieces.

But, she fell in love with it. We renewed some of the part, repainted the whole thing. Afterwards, it was a beauty. Not that it wasn’t a beauty before, but it has more appeal.

“.. You may already know about this, but our old teacher from high-school is also here. Somewhere…”

High-school. A short, bittersweet experience. High-school was the pinnacle of our teenagers life. A place to gain, lose, share, and to love. Some wished for it to last forever, but time has proven otherwise. Life goes on. Yet, every time the thought comes ringing, yesterday has never felt so close.

She was the flower of our glum trio. The best of friends in success and failures. We held on together from the moment we met till the day we threw our hats off to the world.

As memories fade, the route of which we took become less clearer. We’d wonder, ‘where did it went wrong?’. Something that was so close, thrown into imbalance, and soon broke into pieces millions of miles apart.

Amidst the succession of flashbacks, I thought to myself, ‘He was perfect for her’.

“.. It was supposed to be him…”
“.. And you were supposed to happy.. ”

‘He’ was the missing piece of our trio. I was always an introvert, and she was the complete opposite, but him, he was different. He was the piece that settles the others from breaking apart. He’s the gravity that settles the moon from crashing down to earth. From whatever catastrophe that the universe had prepared for us, he was there all the time.

Again, time played a crucial part in our story. They were in the American faculty and I knew that they had developed feelings for each other. I knew it. From the way they talked, laugh, and how their cheek reddens not from the heat of their own, but from one another. Just like anything that is affected by gravity, all it need was a push. Sadly, I too fell in love with the same woman.

But the heart that beats alone has no power against the ones that beats together.

“… Yet, he was foolish enough to do it.. ”

By the end of September 2015, he, the man who was known for his calmness, humour, and integrity, was found dead in his room.

It was suicide.

For whatever reason, what he did was wrong.

The funeral was held on a cold, winter day, and was visited by all if not most of his closest friends. But she never came. It was too painful for her.

I was selfish, thinking I would have a chance now, but I knew she’d always choose him over me, even in a world he no longer existed, she would always choose him.

I cried but I wasn’t sure whether it was for him, or for the fact that I lost both, my friend, and the woman I love.

“… It’s getting late… ”

I fiddled a small box within the palms of my hand, hesitating. I wanted to push myself even if it was too late. Even if there’s no longer hope for me.

” Remember when you said that there’s always a time for everything? Sadly I never found mine… ”
“… I’ve always been the weakest one from the start yet I never thought I’d see myself as the last one.”

” And before my time is over, I’d like to share a few things.

I, have always been in love with you. My shy demeanour hid most of it but every time I found myself staring at you, my insides flutters, my mind went crazy, and my heart skipped a beat. I lust over your attention and every time you told him about your day, I was always there, listening as if there was no sound that pierces my hearing except yours.

But I know you too well. What could I do, he was always the better man.”

I opened the box, revealing a small ring inside, held firmly in between the cushions. The simplicity of the ring was not a sign of its shortcoming rather it’s a way for all of the attentions to be paid fully towards the diamond that reflects perfectly for its size.

“I never knew what your size was, so it could be a little big”

I placed the ring softly on the ground as I caress the headstone. My heart aches and my eyes started to wear me down but it was her own wish to see that no one would cry again and as a friend, it was my duty to uphold the wish.

“If somehow fate brought us together in the next lifetime, would you be mine? “

Story Behind The Letters

“The last train to …”
“…. Arrive in a few minutes …”
“… kindly wait…”
“…… Behind the yellow line …”
“Just a few more hours.”

Few more hours.

It has been too long since I’ve felt my heart pounding with anticipation. Against the cold air, I sweated thinking of the ending my adventure. It was 8.22 pm the last time I looked but it felt as if time hasn’t passed at all. A minute had never felt so long in my life.
The platform was in complete silence. The machines were turned off, stalls were closed down, and all that was left was the thought of how busy it was by day. As I was waiting for the train, I stared on the clock, hoping for to fasten the time as it passes. Sadly, all it did was increasing my awareness of time, thus making it slower. As longer hand slowly ticks its way around, continuing its endless cycle, I heard the sound of screeching metal coming from one end of the station.

Before I realized it, I was laying my back on the seat, looking toward the now empty platform. Looking towards the nothingness, towards oblivion.

As the train fasten up, the cabin slowly falls into a deep slumber. The darkness was inviting, but I kept my eyes open. Somehow, I didn’t want to miss a thing. One thing I’ve always find convenient about night trains were that most of the pairs (seats) only belonged to one passenger. 8 rows, and all 8 of them were occupied by one passenger, minding their own business, oblivious to the world.

Somehow, it felt ‘right’.

———-
9.00 pm
———-

“.. next stop..”
“…. kindly wait…”
“…. train to stop..”

It has been years since I saw her. ‘She’ was my classmate during the early stages of school. Although divided by high school, we were still friends since we live in the same neighbourhood. We’d always go home together, distant from one another, walking in silence. All we had was one of those occasional ‘hi’ and ‘hello’s but it was constant. Every day, even by a little bit, I got to know her. She had a sister, 2 years younger than her but could be easily mistaken as her if they were at the same height and coincidentally wearing the same dress. I never knew, but she actually has a soft spot for animals.

I was shy back then. I’d walk beside her, not talking a thing, just to be in the same air as her presence. It was not until the last 2 years of high school that we manage to convey a real conversation through a hilarious mishap. It was about cliché ending, a topic we both agreed that was too common. Looking back, there’s a reason why it’s called cliché, because it’s common.

The distance between us as we walk became closer for each moment we spent. Every conversation turned longer, and it felt like it could last forever. And even until now, I could not remember how did that walk ended. Whether we reached my house first or hers. I don’t know. In my memory, we never did, we walked on a perpetual journey.

However, by the end of our senior years, her family moved. She got an offer outside of town and her father got promoted. And I could still remember that day where I stood in front of her empty house, holding in the aching feeling in my heart.

After high school, my family too moved. And it wasn’t until my semester break that I found out that she sent a letter. The new owners of my old house called, said that there was a letter addressed specifically to me. It arrived 1 day after we moved. The letter was full of her telling about how her place is close to the campus, and she learned to rode a bike for the first time. And at the end of the letter there was this.

‘I hope everything is well there. Send my regards to my old classmates will you. Tell them I missed them. And that cat we raised. Don’t forget to feed her. 😡 ‘

But that was not it. At the back of the letter there was a little scribble.

‘Oh, and I missed you too’
‘ 😉 ‘

There it was, a little scribble of a face, winking at me. As if it was mocking my incompetence to actually say it back. To say that I missed her too. To tell the truth.
One night, after my shift ended, I traced the letter. I travelled for the first time, hundreds of miles away from home, going to an address that could have easily changed, chasing a long lost miracle. Because that is what she is to me. A miracle.

———–
9.45 pm
———–

“What would you like?”

The waiter asked.

I asked for a hot coffee as I was unable to stand the cold air and lullabies of the night. Night like these reminded of the time I travelled for the first time.

When I arrived at the address, I found out that she has left to her hostel 3 days ago. They were kind enough to let me stay the night and promised to help me get my way back home the next day. Despite her parents insisted for me to sleep inside a room, I chose to sleep on the couch. I couldn’t sleep at all. I was so close. I was sitting in a place where she sat 3 days ago, watching the TV she watched 3 days, reading a book with a clichéd ending she read just a few days ago. It felt like the universe was playing with me.

Before I left, her parents gave me her new address and wished me luck. I knew it was for something else, but I took it as an encouragement.
One day, I’ll find her.

————-
The letters
————-

‘Hello there,
It’s me. I hope you still remember me.
Sorry for being late by months, my family moved to a new neighbourhood. It’s not as nice as the old one but I got used to it after a few months.

Do you still remember the cat? It gave birth to 3 cute kittens before I left. The lady across the street took care of it. You know the one who always gave oranges dressed as pumpkins on Halloween. Well she changed it up a bit by putting a real pumpkin disguised as an orange dressed as a pumpkin. Not recommended.

Your old classmates also said hi, but that was months ago, all I know now is that the frizzy one got into a college down south while the freckled one (who turned out to be a goddess through puberty) became a part time model.
I met your parents awhile ago. Hence the letter. Heard you’re on your way to become a doctor. At first I thought it was quite cliché but it turns out to be a vet. Good luck with it.

Just a question. Do you still remember the bracelet I made for you in 4th grade? I need it back. Hahaha Just kidding.

Ps: By the end of this letter I wrote my new address.’

—————

‘Hey’
‘How could I ever forget you? You’re the one who jumped into the deep abyss in order to save an innocent life. How is everything? I heard that you were going to move but it seemed that the letter was a bit late. I really thought that you never wanted to write back. I’m glad you finally did.

I wished I could see the cats now. I missed them.

The lady should really start giving away candies. Those oranges were a bad idea. I knew about the ‘frizzy’ one since we’re writing each other every now and then. For the ‘former-freckled’ one, I saw her on an article once in a magazine.

It was an offer on the medical field but I felt being a doctor was too cliché, so I opted for veterinary.
Ps: I’m wearing it right now.’

————
11.15 pm
————

It has been hours and most of the passenger has already fallen asleep. On the edge of my vision, I saw a light flashes out of a seat. All I could see was a silhouette but it seemed like there’s another person who can’t fall asleep.

We kept on writing back and forth after that. But the letters slowly receded as time passed. She went on her practical and I was on my finals. We were too busy to write each other letters. But the thoughts of her never once left my mind.

“I’ll write her tomorrow”

That was all I could think of. But sadly, ‘tomorrow’ never came. I never did write the letter.

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The stories
————–

It was 4th grade. As a kid, I never knew what love is. Even now, I have no idea what love is. But for some weird reason, I’ve always wanted to sit beside her. At that time and age, she was easily the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. My shy demeanour was always stopping me from starting a conversion but on this day, I hid a self-woven bracelet under her table. She may have seen me doing it but I was sure my ninja mode was on. It wasn’t actually self-woven, it was a finished product but the nice lady allowed me to make additional customizations to it.

Don’t judge me. I was never romantic.

Surprisingly, she wore it. But it wasn’t until in high school that I told her that it was me. All she did was giggled, hit me on the back and said thanks. It was then that our little journey home became more talkative.

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It was during our second year of high school when it rained heavily across the suburbs. The sky darkened in a flash and before anyone was ready, the heavens rains down upon us. Despite the rain, we still chose to walk home. It wasn’t romantic as it was portrayed in stories as our umbrella was huge so there was adequate space for the both of us. It’s mostly awkward. And it was then we heard a faint calling under the drain.
We searched for the source for awhile before we found a cat under on the pipe seeking refuge from the rain. Unfortunately, the drain was clogged up and water started to rise. We know it would be terrible for the cat if the rushing water poured into the pipe.

Suddenly, I found myself jumping into unknown depths of the drain. And all I could feel was the rush of adrenaline as I grabbed the cat and handed it over to her. I didn’t realize it for awhile but during my landing, I seemed to hit a sharp object and cut the palm of my foot. It was bleeding all the way home but thinking back, it was worth it.

————-

Months had passed since I last send her a letter. I visited her parents once to ask how she was doing. It seemed she has gone overseas few days before after a company offered her a job involved in helping near extinct wildlife around the world. Typical of her. She’d never let go of an opportunity for such adventures.

It was then I realized how stupid I am for taking time for granted. All these time I had the opportunity to actually tell the truth. To tell her that I love her. But I was always shy. Always afraid of the answer. And always at the wrong time.

I regretted every chance I used to have.
As much as I wanted to cry a river full of regret. I knew it was too late. Life moves on. No matter how much I tried, time have no mercy.

Years passed and it seemed as if I was ready to move on. I landed on a good job on a promising company and my life was in a way, organized. I wanted to forget the past, hoping to create something new for myself. Something I could remember in the future.

‘ .. beep.. ‘
‘There’s a conference tomorrow’
‘Do your best and you might land yourself a promotion’

The message was from one of my older colleagues. It occurred to me that I need to find a way to apologize after this for the reason I’m on this seemingly endless train was to due to a simple phone call from a past I wished I could have completely forgotten.

“Hello..”
“.. Do you still remember me?”

As the memories flashes through my eyes, tears running down my cheek. I hung up. The throbbing feeling returns, the aching came back, and the truth resurface. Once again, I found myself in the same situation. For some cruel reason, the universe put me on the right time at the right place for this one phone call. For this one last chance.

To what exactly.

I thought to myself.
And that was the reason I came. The reason I left my job, my responsibility, and my dreams was to find why the universe had played such games on me.

The central was the centre stations for all ongoing and oncoming trains, hence the name. As big as it was, it was still empty by the time I reached it. Lights were dimming, sounds fading and my vision is getting heavy by the minute.

“She’s visiting since there’s a special occasion”
“She’ll be staying there for 5 days, you should really meet her”
“She said she has something important to tell…”

The words spoken by my mother echoed in my head, as my vision blurred. The cab took me to a nearby hotel and as soon as I was inside, my body completely fails me as I fall onto the bed, towards my inevitable slumber.

I found myself walking again but this time alone towards this uncertain destiny the universe has set up for me. I followed the address but it was soon rendered useless as from miles away I could see the white tents and people in well fitted gowns and suits. From the view, my heart clutches tight, nearly suffocating me. My mind soon over think of the possibilities of what she wanted to tell me. Out of all the probability, my mind was stuck on one and it was the worst. The balloons, the music, the aisle, my mind knew what was going on but my heart resisted. It defects from the obvious fact that lies before my eyes. It was trying to find hope in a hopeless place.

“… May I know your name sir? ”

The reception asked. This time I wasn’t shy, instead I was afraid. Fear caught up to me. The weather was cool but my hands were sweating, my chest was throbbing and I was looking around for something. Something I lost.

From a distance, I saw a woman, dressed in a white gown embroidered with white and silver thread , which it in itself blows the other in comparison. It was a perfect dress for a bride. And sadly, I knew the face too well. Too well to hide the the feeling ripping out of my chest. In the sea of people I saw none but her.

“.. It’s okay. I’m at the wrong place”
I replied. I shouldn’t be sad. If she’s happy, I should be too. But as much I wanted to, I also wanted to be the one that make her so.
Maybe the universe never wanted to give me a chance; maybe it just wanted to give me closure.

The story behind the picture.

“We’ll soon arrive in station……”
“…. in 30 minutes..”
“ …. please take care of your baggage…” “…… and have a nice day..”

I wonder when they’ll fix those blurry speakers.

It has been hours since I sat on this seemingly endless journey. I wondered where will find myself. But soon I realized, why should I? I took this train because of the realization that it would take me toward a specific location. It was long before I noticed how the short hand had already landed on 11 pm. The blankets of which I had laid upon me were rendered useless as I clutches on more clothes to keep myself warm against the cold air.

I quickly changed my clothes, putting another layer of t-shirt before covering it with my sweater. Changing clothes was never the problem with night trains considering that barely half of the seats were occupied and most of them were asleep. The cabin’s lights were off but the luminescences of the outside were enough to give me some sort of visibility. I’d always take the mirror’s seat every time I took the train. The most plausible explanation for it is the scenery but it was overruled due to the fact that I always travel at night. Maybe that’s why, because of the night.

Going at 124 kilometres an hour, the only light source I have was the dashes of light as the train passes by. Occasionally. Sometimes there would only be darkness. A perfect reflection of what my heart feels like.

“One hour left…”
Before my big day. Supposedly. And yet, it’s also the reason why I left. A little earlier, I would have been searched, a little of longer, I would have gone insane. The feeling that my heart can no longer hold, screamed out, distorting my perception of reality. Never had I thought that such emotion could cause pain of such magnitude.

I’d slide my phone, just to see if there’s any notification worth seeing. As much as I want to let go, something inside of me kept on wishing. Maybe, just maybe it’ll change. The brightness of the screen blinded my eyes, flashing the situation with white light and even then, I was still alone. Whether it was bright as day, or dark as night, I was always alone. Thousands of miles away from home, on a foreign land, hoping to find an escape. But it haunted my for every corner I turned into. And now I found myself on the road again. Hoping to find serenity in a foreign land.

“..Next station….”
“…. Please be careful when the …”
“…. opens ….”

“I wonder when they’ll fix those blurry speakers.”
A stranger’s voice pierced the silence. I turned around to see a rather blurry silhouette standing in front of me.

“Hey, could I sit next to you till the next station?”

I nodded. It was a girl. From a single glance, she seemed like 20 or older with her long, striking, black, hair as dark the night was dangling to her back. She sat next to me and covered herself in a blanket in such ways that it resembles me earlier. She thanked me for the seat and explained the purpose of her action to such a stranger. It seems that sitting beside me puts her in a more secure situation as she put it ‘it’s easier to sit beside a stranger you’re brave against’ than to sit alone.

“Plus, you seemed like a nice guy”

The silence of night lulled the other passengers into a deep sleep. But I soon myself awakened by the loneliness. Both of us were. She would ask a question, trying to convey a conversation but I was too lazy to answer them longer than a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’. It doesn’t take much for her to stop asking, and once again, surrounding the cabin with silence. Every now and then I would glance over, catching a look of what she’s up to. As the train passes by an empty station, all I could saw was nothing but the glimmer in her eyes as it reflects the lights outside.

“Lights..” She whispered.

“…the visible reminder of invisible lights..”
I continued.

“It’s beautiful”

“What is?”

“The scenery..”

“There’s nothing to see at night”
I replied as I yawn over the view.

“There’s more to just ‘the view’”

Maybe she’s right. Maybe that’s why I always took the night train. Because there’s more to it than just the view. Sometimes, the reason we chose to avoid the light is not because we hate it, we just misses the night. It wasn’t long before we continuously talk over random subjects. There’s 30 minutes left before my final stop, our final stop. And yet, it felt like the longest 30 minutes of my life. She was, in a way, the opposite of me. She travels from one place to another to discover new things and keep those moments eternally in the form of a photograph. She would bring numerous empty albums to be filled by the end of her journey. In each picture lies a story worth a thousand letters. A memento of the past to her future self. She said it served ‘as a reminder of who I was, to who I will be’.

“Who are you visiting?” I asked. The question has been hanging around my mind. I was either curious, or just wanted the conversation to continue.

She took awhile to answer.

“My boyfriend…”
“… What about you?..”

“Umm.. My girlfriend”
I hesitated.

“Let’s hope they’re not jealous then.”
“..haha..”
She replied as she laughed slowly. The talk soon turned into silence. And I’ve been quiet for too long to suddenly start a conversation. My mind once again asked me to converse in words, but all I could let out was the cold breath as it vaporizes on the window. The scenery soon turns brighter, as we slowly reach our final stop, the central.

And lights were all it was. The station was empty of passengers except of the ones on board. All I could hear was the sound of vending machines serving nonexistent customer, looping the same message over and over again. The only living flesh I could see was the workers of the public transportation service. Even they had announced that it’ll be their last trip.
The crowd soon dispersed, going to their own direction. It didn’t take long before all that was left was her and me.

“Send my regards to your girlfriend…”
She smiled.

“Tell your guy I said ‘hi’”
I replied. We both walk equally the same distance towards the gate. As much I wanted to ask, I couldn’t.

“This is goodbye then….”
“… My friend is here”
She said as she walked forward, leaving me behind.

“..Bye.”
I replied. We both went our own ways. Dispersing the final group of individuals. Because that is what we were from the beginning, a group of individuals.

“… Hey…”
The voice shouted. It was her again. She grabbed her camera and snaps a picture of me. When the film came out, she quickly handed it over to me. And as she left and turns for one last time.

“Hey, about the boyfriend….”
“.. I lied”
“I’ve been through a bad breakup.. and..”
“…and what I wanted to say is thank you..”
“ .. for the company”
“ hahaha”
She smiled. and I ,too, found myself smiling amidst the empty building.

“Me too”
I replied.

“Hope to see you again in another train”
She smiled as she waved me goodbye. She soon entered her friend’s car and left.

And that was the end of it. She will always be ‘that girl embedded by the night’, and I will always be ‘the missing picture in her album’.

My feels

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Stuttered, sad, and depressed. I found myself saying these very words.

“I love you”

To the one who never cared. By the one who cared too much.

Note to a crush

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By the time you’re reading this,
I’m probably already dead,
My body could be separated from my head,
Blood could be gushing out of my streams,
Broke all my bones, shattered all of my limbs,

Tears would fall from your eyes,
As I left without any words of goodbye,
But do even you care?
Or are you crying just because it burdens your eyes to watch and stare,

I love you from afar,
A bit close,
Yet it’s not enough, unreachable just like a star,
You kept on giving promises,
As if I have a chance,
To take your hand for a dance,
Everytime I would be so bold,
You would carelessly put it on hold,
My feelings are yours to toy with,
While your feelings for me is just a myth,

You don’t even know me,
Everytime you look you would scrutinize all the fact,
And talk about all the things I lack,
You spread your stories behind my back,
Without the truth it’s still inexact,
Be it good or bad,
I’m not glad, nor sad, neither am mad.
But now I’m dead are you satisfied?
Your wish is granted, right off the bat,

I hope you have a good day,
As I have nothing left to say,

 

A simple story

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I’m Neither Happy nor Angry, Just sad)

 

It was during birthday celebration when I suddenly choked on a piece of cake that was supposedly the softest one in town. After that embarrassing scene, all I wanted to do was to go away when I caught a glimpse of an astonishing young lady walking across the room. Before I knew it, I was heading there, head first as bold as brass. Somehow, I got off on the wrong foot as my foot was on hers before slipping and falling down flat on my face. Literally.

I guess I managed to crack her up as she was seen giggling instead of screaming in pain, running away, or beating me with her handbag, like other girls would do every time they meet me. Tough luck, I know. I decided to put my chin up because the floor was dirty as hell and there’s no way I’m giving up now. I have come a long way, battled a lot of embarrassing moments to be defeated by a mere incident.

“You’re that cake guy”
She addressed me. Instead of adding insult to injury, she was rather shy or simply evading the fact that my life was too hilarious and sad to not laugh at. Being someone who could easily lose their nerve, I was able to keep it in during the entire conversation. We talk and talk, changing from one topic to another. We talked from A to Z but I was too much of a coward to ask for her numbers or locations, or anything for that matter. Before I knew it, I have fallen head over heels over this person. It was surprising indeed as she was wearing sneakers during the event.

Time sure flies when you’re having fun. Without notice it’s already midnight, the party has ended and the numerous crowd began to recede. Silence take place and the atmosphere has become dark as the night. She thanked me for a wonderful evening before hitting the road with her family. And in the end, all I got was a name and a memory. By the time I went home, I realized how foolish I am to not grab that opportunity. I’ve missed the boat and there’s nothing left to be done but to hit the sack.

Friday Feels (2)

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F
eels man, feels.

There you are, standing on the altar, to witness the arrival of the love of your life dressed in an angelic heavenly white gown, to be walked by her father toward another man with you as the best man.

Untitled Story (Chapter 4 update)

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Chapter 1

Nine-thirty in the morning. The sun is already up and shining thru the curtains brightening the dim room.

“Arrrgh! I’m gonna be late”

Rushing thru the living room as he changes his clothes with a toothbrush stuck inside his mouth.

“Alright, at this rate I can still make it.”

Says the boy with confidence. He make a quick glance at the living room to remember if there’s anything he has forgotten. Instead wearing his shoe, he just jam his feet inside it run like there’s no tomorrow. He was running as fast as a tiger chasing it’s dinner. The watch on his wrist shows that its almost ten and he’s still a mile away from his destination.

“I’m dead”

Sighed the boy. As he runs down street, a distant voice was heard. A very familiar one.

“Charles! Charles!”

The boy who was addressed as ‘Charles’ quickly turned his head to see who was calling him.

“What?!”

Charles shouted.

“Whoa, looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed”

“Oh, its you Ai”

Charles replied in his normal ordinary voice. He tried to smile hiding his anger towards Ai for stopping him at the middle of the road with no apparent reason. Ai who was on her bike didn’t seem bothered at all with Charles’s eerie smile.

“Where are you headed”

“Work.”

“You need a lift?”

“Why should I?”

Charles asked.

“Because your face is all messed up, you smell like you didn’t take a bath and your feet is not even in your shoe.”

Ai answered sarcastically.

“I guess you’re right.”
Charles sighed.

“Get on”

Charles quickly sit down on the back seat and try to balance himself. Seeing how stupid Charles looked trying to hang on. Ai felt sorry for her friend.

“You know…”
“you can hang on to me”

“What?”

Charles was confused. He knows what Ai said but he want to make sure so he doesn’t embarrass himself.

“I said you can hang on to me if you want”

It’s clear in Charles’s eyes that Ai’s was red all over her face. Charles just smile and hold the handle on the back of the bicycle.

“Its alright”

“Well then, I’m not responsible if anything happen to you.”

Charles was confused with Ai’s statement.

“What will ever happen to——”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

Suddenly Ai started leaning forward, gripping her hand at the handle and started cycling faster as she goes. Charles facial expression suddenly changed as if he was face to face with death itself. Ai on the other hand was fearless, she would go much more faster if she doesn’t have any passenger.

It was ten-fifteen. Charles who was probably half dead was asking Ai to slow down as he is already late.

“It’s already late, please slow down. I want to be reach the place alive.”

He was ignored. Instead, Ai was cycling faster by the minute.From a distance, Charles could already see his workplace. An old workshop that was situated on the corner of the street beside the T junction. As soon as they arrived, Charles quickly jump off the bike and try to hold himself from reviewing his lunch. If he had one. Before entering the workshop he turn his head sideways and shouted.

“Ai, I owe you one!”

Ai who was probably expecting it give a wide smile to Charles before cycling off, disappearing from Charles view.

As Charles stand before the old rickety workshop he was approached by another familiar face

“You’re late!!”

“I’m sorry Mirai-san. I was—-”

As Charles was about to continue what he was talking, Mirai put her old steel wrench on Charles’s lips. Stopping what ever Charles was about to say.

“We don’t have time for this. Get that thing working!”

Mirai replied while pointing at an engine at the corner of the workshop that look like had been abandoned for years.

“And there will be an upcoming inspection for the tournament”

She continued.

“Is it that important?”

Charles lowered his voice make sure Mirai didn’t hear his complaint.

“Apparently, yes. It is important. If you want to keep your job.”

Says Kagawa as he wipes his glasses. Kagawa is one of Charles senior aside from Mirai herself. He is a college student who enjoys engineering as much as other people enjoy sleeping in the morning.

“What does a tournament have anything to do with me keeping my job?”

Charles grab his toolbox and walk towards the old metal piece that Mirai called an engine.

“Every 10 years, The ’empire’ organize a tournament where a number of pilots has to race their way thru certain places.”

Charles was confused because his question was not answered.

“And its up to us to create an engine strong enough and fast enough to make it to the finish line.”
Kagawa continued.

” ‘us’? ”
” the empire got one of the finest mechanics in the world, why do they need us?!!”

Charles was holding the hammer as if he is going to smash the so called engine.

“They wanted to make the tournament much more challenging in every way possible. So they created a rule that state every participating group must have their own mechanics. If the group wins, the pilot’s team AND the mechanics team will be well rewarded”

Kagawa replied.

“So its about the–”
“Oouuuuchh!!!!”

Before Charles manage to finish his sentence, he was hit on the back of his head by something hard.

“This is not the time to chit chat!!! Get your lazy butt working!!!”

Mirai shouted while shaking her fist.

“We’re sorry”

Replied Charles and Kagawa simultaneously. As silence ensues, both of them continue their work.

As time flies the sun started going down upon the horizon disappearing from everyone view. Mirai was seen waving her hand from a distance

“See you tomorrow guys”

” Uhh… another great day at the ‘workshop’ ”
Charles complained.

” See you tomorrow Kagawa”
He continued.

Kagawa was silent. Showing nothing but a smile on his face before saying.

” Charles! It’s never just about the money”

Chapter 2

It is 3 in the morning. Where others has already asleep, dreaming about what they desire in life. However, Charles was not one of them. He didn’t show even the slightest sign of tiredness in his eyes. Instead, there was determination. For those who wondered, he was actually reading a book. The book was placed on his table hiding the title from view as he flip thru the pages slowly. He had the windows and the curtains shut to eliminate outside disturbance that will bring nothing but trouble to him. The world turns from night to dawn but Charles didn’t notice how time flies so quickly. His facial expression changes as soon as he look upon the small round clock near his desk.
” 9 : 45 ”

“Aaarrghh!!!—”
“i’m gonna be late!!!….. again!!..”

He was doing the same thing he did yesterday. Rushing thru everything. But was surprises him is when he step outside.

“Ai?”

Ai was in front of Charles’s doorstep. Instead of a bicycle, Ai was sitting on her small, orange motorcycle with her cute helmet on.

” I knew it was you when I heard that scream ”

Ai winked and throw one of her helmet to Charles. Charles was stunned seeing Ai infront of his house 2 days in a row without any notice.

“Wear it. I’ll make sure you arrive in time”

Charles was still speechless. He carefully wears the cute orange helmet that barely fit his head. Before anything happen Charles suddenly remember to say something.

“Ai, its ok for me to be late because I —–”
“AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!”

As usual Charles always didn’t manage to finish his sentences before Ai started doing things on her own. She was going from 0 to 95 miles per hour without even thinking of slowing down. Charles on the other hand was losing his sanity and balance. In
an effort to save his precious life he quickly puts his hands around Ai’s waist, gripping it causing Ai to suddenly stop the bike. The end of the motorbike was lifted inches from the pavement throwing Charles a few meters infront of it.

Ai quickly get of the motorcycle and head toward Charles. Charles was trying to get back to his feet and instead of helping him, Ai started hitting him repeatedly on the head with her helmet.

“Why!!!”
“Did you!!!”
“Do that!!!??”

The cute orange helmet is now stained by blood and Ai shows no mercy toward Charles. He was laying on the cold dirty road with his head bleeding and started to lose consciousness. He didn’t even retaliate but he was still getting beat up by Ai.

Mirai who was watching the whole thing from the beginning and didn’t do anything but giggled as he stand over Charles motionless body.

“What a cute couple”

Ai’s anger went sky rocket. She rises her voice dramatically.

“He’s not my boyfriend!!”

“Sure he’s not.”
Mirai winked toward Ai.

“Grrrr”

Ai was not waiting another minute after all of that. She just get on her bike and left, leaving the half dead Charles lying on the ground with blood gushing out of his head.

As time pass by, Charles started to gain consciousness. As soon as he opens his eyes slowly, he notices that he is inside the workshop and there was Mirai and Kagawa looking upon him silently. Charles was thinking of using this moment to get a some more sleep. But something made him change his mind.

“Should we wake him up?”

Whispered Kagawa.

His question was not answered. Instead Mirai grab her wrench and start swinging it in a way that could cause brain damage to whoever get hit. Of course Charles has to do something, He uses both of his hands to grab Mirai’s hand, stopping her from swinging the metal wrench in his face. It seems Charles action was predicted by Mirai’s complex brain because it only enables her to punch him in the nose using her other hand.

A normal punch on the nose wouldn’t any damage to Charles except what he was dealing with is a girl who carries a toolbox instead of a purse. The punch left a big red mark on Charles’s pale face. It only take a few second before blood started oozing out. Charles sight suddenly become blurry before passing out for the second time.

The skies was being swallowed by the darkness as Charles who finally recovers from his injuries walk out of the workshop with the others. From a distance, anyone could see the white bandage wrapped around his head. He was holding a handkerchief on
his nose to stop the bleeding. Kagawa was trying to laugh but he hold on and put smile on his face. Before they started going their own way, Mirai grabbed Charles and Kagawa to tell them something.

“Even though tomorrow is a day off but you two still need to go to the workshop”

Anyone would be disappointed if their day off is taken. Charles and Kagawa was trying to hide their disappointment but they utterly failed.

“Come on, cheer up guys”
Said Mirai as she pat Charles and Kagawa on the back.

All of a sudden, a bright light was seen in a distance. Charles hang his arm high to block the light. As the light getting closer, a sound of an engine was heard. It didn’t take too long before Charles recognizes that it was Ai on her motorcycle.

“What are you doing here at this time?”
Charles wondered.

“I’m here to pick you—”
“What’s wrong with your nose?”

“Umm..no.. nothing”
Charles was stuttering.

Ai snatched the handkerchief off Charles’s hand. Revealing his reddish nose with blood oozing out. Ai was surprised. She wipes Charles bleeding nose and started staring to Mirai and Kagawa. Ai know Kagawa couldn’t have done it since he is not the type to do something like that… without a reason of course.

“Mirai! Is this how you treat your friends??!!”
Ai shouted. Mirai wasn’t going to lose, she rises her voice as well.

“Says someone who hit him in the head and leave him in the middle of the road!”

“Don’t change the subject!”

Suddenly, both of them started losing their patience. They started shouting, accusing, started pulling each others hair, it was more like a cat fight than an argument. Charles who was trying to calm them down was stopped by Kagawa.

“It’s no use. Mirai would never lose an argument… or a fight”
Kagawa stated.

“so is Ai ”
Charles sighed.

Few minutes after the commotion. It seems Mirai has had enough. She just turn around left, stomping her feet all the way. Ai on

the other hand was victorious, she was laughing at Mirai defeat. Charles was relieved to know that the ‘argument’ is over.

Before Mirai’s shadow disappeared from view, Kagawa quickly followed it.

“Charles! I’ll check how Mirai is doing”
“I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Good night.”
Charles answered. Ai hand over a helmet to Charles, a brand new one apparently. This one fits Charles head perfectly.

“Think of it as an apology gift”
Stated Ai.

“Thanks”
Charles replied.

The moonlight shines thru the dark of night as Ai and Charles cruise through the streets. Both of them wasn’t effected by the
cold midnight air, for them it was the most pleasant air they ever felt.

As the arrive, none of them spoke a word. But deep inside, there’s a feeling just waiting to be expressed. What if he or she doesn’t feel the same way? What is they already have someone dear in heart? Which one of them is still unknown.

Ai just drove off after Charles is off the bike. He didn’t even manage to return the helmet.

” Keep it! ”
Shouted Ai.

Chapter 3

The sun shine once again, showing the world its beauty. Suprisingly, Charles was already up and enjoying his tea while reading the very same book he reads the other day. It was very unsual since he would likely to wake up late specially if its the day off. Then again, his day off was cancelled by his seemingly evil boss,
Mirai.

But he tried to keep his spirit up. Who knows there might be something interesting in the workshop. The clock shows it’s time to leave. He gathers his things and started walking toward the door. As usual, he glance upon the living room before leaving.
He leaves much more earlier than days before so he wasn’t really in a rush. Suddenly, a gust of wind blows violently, forcing Charles to shut his eyes while walking.
He wonders why there’s such a strong wind on a sunny day like this. Then, a loud distinctive noise was lingering in the sky. Charles couldn’t help but to search for the source of the noise. As he look upon the skies, there was nothing but darkness as if something is blocking the sunlight.

His eyes were opened wide
as he gaze upon a warship flying over his head. The ship was coated in grey paint and equipped with 4 huge propeller on each side. It was probably around 100 meters in length, weighing over 30,000 tons. The ship was humming the sound of its engine as it pass by. The sound was considered a nuisance because everyone was running into houses, covering their ears, shutting the windows, doors. But for Charles, it was rather comfortable. He closes his eyes and started imagining the engine as it runs. It seems he can hear it very clearly like nothing is there to hear other than the engine itself.

“The wonders of engineering”
Charles whispered. Nothing could express his feeling at the moment.

As soon as the ship is no longer is Charles’ view, he is back to the real world. Somehow, he is more eager to go to the workshop than before. He runs down the road toward the old rickety workshop on the corner of the street. He was running like wind. Charles was thinking of charging through the front door but something made him changes his mind. From a distance Charles sees a man probably on his forties coming out of the workshop with a smile on his face. Charles couldn’t help but to greet him.

“Hello, good morning”
said Charles as he bows down slightly.

“You must be Charles, good to meet you kid”
replied the man. The man pat Charles in the back and walk pass him.
Charles was speechless. He turns around to see the man walk away from his view.

“Who is that man”
Charles wondered in his head.

“If you’re wondering. He’s our pilot”
said Kagawa who suddenly appeared out of no where.

“Pilot? ”
” You mean, we got chosen for the tournament??”
Kagawa nod his head. Charles was surprised but something still lingers in his mind.

“Wait, I didn’t manage to finish the engine”
He continued.

“Don’t tell anyone, but when you were unconscious, Mirai finished it for you.”
Kagawa whispered into Charles’ ears. Charles couldn’t believe it, he rises one of his eye brows in confusion. Questioning about what he just heard.

“Really?”
He asked.

“Yes”
Kagawa answered.

“Looks like i misjudged Mirai. I always though she is an evil witch who tortures her employee.”
Charles continued. In his head, he was imagining Mirai doing her evil laugh, on top of her dead ’employee’.

“Exactly, I also think…”
Kagawa added.

Kagawa and Charles started talking about their first impression on Mirai. How creepy Mirai is sometimes. Her weird behavior of carrying a wrench inside her ‘purse’.
Suddenly, a shadow emerges from their backs. Slowly, they felt a cold aura near them, their arms started shivering. It didn’t take long for them to realize that Mirai was standing behind them all the time.

“Where you guys talking about me?”
Mirai wasn’t expecting as answer. She just hits both Kagawa and Charles on the nose.

“OUCH!”
Screamed both of them in pain.

“Sorry”
Kagawa and Charles said simultaneously as they bow down to Mirai.

“Since we have been chosen for the tournament, we are going to the main land. So, get your bags ready cause we are going for a journey”
Mirai Explained.

Mirai started talking about safety measures, rules, and other stuff. Of course, Charles and Kagawa can’t do anything about it. They just stand there waiting for the ‘lecture’ to end.

Several Minutes Later

“–one last thing, the pilot will have one mechanic with him for the whole time since the tournament could last for days and I decided that mechanic is you”
Mirai pointed her fingers at Charles. Charles was surprised. He started explaining that he don’t want to since he never been on a plane before.

“How about Kagawa? He’s much more experienced than me.”
Charles stated.

“Kagawa get air sickness easily, we don’t want the plane to be filled with things he just ate in the morning. Plus, you never ride on a plane before. This could be a good experience for you”
Mirai replied.

Charles glare upon Kagawa who was snickering in the distance. Charles was cursing Kagawa using words that should not be written or said by anyone, ever.

“So, when’s the tournament?”
Charles said as he sighed.

” According to the paper it’s 9 days from now, but the pilot asked us to visit his place 2 days before the tournament to check on the plane. So we got about 7 days. ”
Mirai said as she take out a piece of paper from her pocket.

“We better started packing”
Said Charles and Kagawa.

Both of them started putting all the necessary tools inside a bag that seems never been used for ages. Wrenches, hammers, screwdrivers, bolt, nuts were filled inside the old bag. Putting all of the things inside it was easy, but carrying the bag was a tough job. It takes both of the guys to carry it on each side.

After a day of hard work, the sun finally set and the skies started to filled with darkness once again.

“Bye guys”
Mirai was seen waving to Charles and Kagawa from afar. Kagawa was scratching his head and wonders.

“Man, she’s energetic. I’m exhausted after all of that”

” Same here”
sighed Charles.

Charles and Kagawa walk on the same direction for some time until they reach a junction. Both of them stops for a minute.

“well, this is good bye”
said Kagawa. He shakes Charles’ hand and walk down a separate road. Charles was rather relieved that he finally can go home after what he have gone through the day. The time he reaches his house, there was someone waiting in-front the door.

“Ai? What are you doing here?”
Wondered the tired Charles.

“I need to give you this, please consider it.”
Ai hand over an envelop to Charles. Before Charles was able to read the letter, Ai was already long gone with her motorcycle.
As he opens the envelop, a small piece of paper falls down. Charles slowly pick it up and read it.

” Full Moon Festival ”
” Bring your friends and family and watch as the full moon shines upon the world ”
” There will be competition such as, poem recital competition, best dressed—–”

Charles was too tired to read all of it. He quickly scan down the letter to see anything important. One thing manage to catch his attention.

“Damn….”
“….the festival is in 7 days”
Charles muttered.

Chapter 4

“If i doesn’t go, Ai will beat the hell out of me….”
“but even if i did go, Mirai will also beat the hell out me..”
Charles sighed. Unable to make a decision, Charles decided to play with luck. He search his pocket and his table for something. But that something doesn’t show up. He almost loses his hope on finding it when a small reflection of a shiny object was seen.

“There you are!”
He said with excitements. He bends over and grab the object. Revealing that what he was searching for was a small coin. He started flipping the coin and said in his head.

“If it’s head, I’ll go.. if not…”
he flips the coin up high and grab the coin as fast as lighting and hides it in his grip.
Suddenly, a small vibration was felt inside one of Charles pocket interrupting his moment of truth.

“Who could be texting me at this time of night?”
he wonders. Charles’ phone was one of those flippy ones that tells you the name of the sender or caller on the front of it. He was rather surprised to see Kagawa’s name on it.

‘Hey, Mirai called and said the workshop is closed today. She’s not well i guess.’

Charles release a breath of relief when he knows about the day off. After all he been through, a day off was something he always wished for. He was too lazy to reply, he just flips his phone back and put it on the table.

“Alright.. let’s see what luck has prepare for me”
he slowly opens his grip to see the result of his coin flip. As soon as the edge of the coin was seen, he was interrupted again by a small buzzing sound. He quickly closes his grip again and grab his phone.

“its Kagawa again….”
Charles muttered. He opened his phone and read the message.

‘Since its the day off… wanna go fishing? I’ll stop by your house in a minute’

Charles rises his head in confusion and look at the clock near his desk. He couldn’t help but reply the question with another question.

‘Its 3 o’clock in the morning. What the heck are you going to fish?!’

It seems Charles was stomping his fingers as he writes the message. As soon as the phone notify him that his message was sent, Charles focus is now on the coin. But rather than seeing the result of his coin flip few seconds ago, he grab the coin as fast as be can and flip it again and this time it’s different.

“Heads and ill go fishing. Tails.. I’m warming my butt on the couch”
he whispered in his head. There was absolutely no sign of stress at all appeared at Charles’ face. It seems he doesn’t care what the result is going to be. Just like what he did before, he flips the coin into the air and grab it. He opens his hand and check for the result.

“Fishing it is”
Charles whispered. He put on his jacket and safely put away his lucky coin inside one of the pocket. Charles walk out of the door and found something shocking.

“Good morning~”
Kagawa was seen waving his hand as he spoke those words. He was well equipped with his fishing pole,  hat, boxes of bait and other thing that could make any fisherman jealous.

“You were in front of my house all the time???!!”
Said Charles in a rather high tone.

“Shh.. Charles,  be considerate. Other people are still sleeping at this time of night.”

“i could be still sleeping at this time of night!”

“but you weren’t. ”
Kagawa winked.

After a couple of talk, they started walking down the road that was covered in darkness. There was nothing shining their way except for a couple of old street lights that keep blinking as if it were at the verge of shutting down. As they talk, their breath evaporates into moisture and their voices were echoed through the whole streets. Those little chitchat seems to be endless and the only thing that stop it was when they arrive at the banks of a lake.

The lake was big even though it was situated in the middle of the town. It was surrounded by trees and forest that kept any noise from the outside world from disturbing the harmony of nature. Fireflies was seen from the banks of the lake, shining upon the lake and all its inhabitants. The sound of crickets and other insects in pure harmony was the music that lingers around the area. It was an amazing sight indeed.

Charles and Kagawa sat inside a small boat that was so tight that they have to sit opposite of each others back and if one of them were to turn their body, the other will definitely fall.

After slowly rowing the boat for a few minutes, they arrived on the middle of the lake where they were surrounded by complete darkness and the only thing that enables them to see what they are holding is the moonlight. Charles doesn’t know how to fish but after a few quick course from Kagawa, he was looking forward to catch him a meal.

The sound of the hook hitting the surface of the water broke the silence that was surrounding the place. The air was cold but nothing is stopping Kagawa from the things he loved to do and Charles from feeling what it’s like to catch a fish.

After a 1 hour of waiting patiently. Charles tried to start a conversation to kill time and stopping him from dozing off and falling overboard.

“You know…”
“There’s a full moon festival this weekend.”

“Now that you’ve mention it. It’s in 7 days isn’t it?”
Kagawa replied.

“yep.”
Charles and kagawa was talking but their heads didn’t move nor their body.

“Unfortunately it is the same day we will be departing to the pilot’s place.”
Charles sighed.

“Yeah…”

Time passes slowly but surely and yet, not one fish was caught.

‘Achoo!!’
Charles sneeze his nose off on that one. He began searching his pocket to find a tissue but the only thing he manage to find is a coin. A gold coin that he used to do a coin flip. He take a deep breath and toss the coin up in the air catching it as soon as it falls down. Charles put down his fishing pole and started flipping his coin repeatedly. Even though Kagawa wasn’t able to see what Charles was doing but he knew what was going on.

” Charles… Is something bothering you? ”
Kagawa said in a low voice.

” why would you say that? ”

” i knew you too well Charles. You would always do a coin flip every time you’re in a hassle. ”

“Its nothing to worry about.”
Charles replied.

“But remember.  Sometimes it is better to follow your heart than a coin. ”
Charles wasn’t responding. It seems he wanted for the conversation to stop. Charles tried to talk about something else but nothing really came out of his mouth. The only sound that was heard was the song of crickets and other insects.

After several hours of no sleeping and luck. Kagawa checked his watch and noticed that it was near 6 am. Kagawa tried moving his body,  stretching his arms wide inside the small boat. Charles on the other hand was dead asleep. Kagawa was impressed that Charles was able to sleep,  he can barely sit properly.

” Wake up..  Its time to go”
Kagawa tried rocking the boat slowly to wake up Charles from his long dream. After several tries, his effort was futile. He was brainstorming for ideas on waking up a sleeping guy without making both of them fall into the water. Then an idea hits him. It hit him like a bus hitting some random guy passing by. It was ugly but necessary.

” Don’t make me do this.  Wake up! ”

Kagawa’s early warning was ignored.  He filled a bucket that he ‘borrowed’ from somewhere with water. It was obvious what Kagawa was planning. He tried to move as little as possible considering that the boat was only few feet wide and he didn’t want to wake Charles up before the grand finale.
Now that kagawa is in position. There’s only one thing left to do.

*splash *

” Ahhhh!!!! ”
Charles screamed and stood up as fast add he could, trying to flow the water down from his body. Kagawa’s method work like a charm. Charles was awake… and wet.

Charles stares kagawa with one of those ‘why’ moments expression. Kagawa couldn’t help but hold his mouth from laughing excessively.

“Grrr ”
” Take this!!!! ”
Charles scream as he charged Kagawa down putting both of them on one side of the boat causing boat to lose balance and tip over. Kagawa was asking for Charles to stop but Charles won’t let anything stop him from his revenge. One side of the boat was already submerged and water started flowing inside. Kagawa uses all of his might to push Charles. But instead of pushing Charles to the other side to balance the boat, he pushes Charles over board into the cold water. Charles who knew it was coming, he grab Kagawa’s arm, pulling Kagawa down with him. The boat was sinking from one side to another. It was like the movie where a multimillion dollar ship sank near Atlantic ocean because it hits an iceberg but instead of a multimillion dollar ship, it was a small wooden boat that can barely fit two people. Unlike the movie, there was no romantic scene, just two guys fighting childishly.

In an effort to escape from icy cold lake.  Both of them swam up the shore. Soaking wet from head to toe it was clear the only thing they manage to catch on this fishing trip was a cold.

” achoooo”
Kagawa sneezes.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at the workshop.. ”
Charles said.

” You too.. ”
Kagawa replied.

Walking home at 6 am in the morning while soaking wet can make people give you the ‘look’. That’s what Charles experienced that day. There’s nothing more delightful than reaching your house after one hell of a day. Charles opened his shoes on the front door and enter the house immediately as soon as his shoes were off his feet.

Running from the door to his room is very difficult considering that his feet was wet and water are dripping from his body causing the floor to be twice as slippery than before. However he manage to keep his balance before crashing down on his bed. Which sounded like a fun thing but not until he noticed that now his bed is also wet and he just got himself a handful of work to do.

Just moment before Charles continue his eternal slumber, a rather familiar and annoying buzzing was felt just below his chest. Searching for the source of the annoyance with only hand wasn’t working for Charles. He had to stand up and grab the thing from his pocket. Turns out it was his phone all along.  Amazingly, his phone were still functioning even after a swim under the cold lake. He flip his phone open and answer the call.

” Hello Ai, what do you want this early? ”
Charles tried his best to not sound like some who just lost his job interview or something.

” ummm… Have made your decision? ”
Her voice was rather low and cute even though she is completely different in real life.

” on what? ”
Charles replied.

” the festival.. Are you going or not”

Charles was speechless. He started searching for something with haste . Ai on the other side was asking if he is still there.

“You there? ”
” Are you doing one of those coin flip again?! ”

Apparently, Ai was absolutely right. Charles was actually looking for his so-called coin of destiny.

” of course not. I was…. ”
Charles trying to hide what was obvious quickly think of an excuse.

” i was searching for the calendar.. Yes, the calendar”

” are you going or not”
Ai quickly changed the topic to the one in the beginning.

“i want to.. But.. ”

” but what? ”

” i don’t know what to wear. Hehehe”

“just wear anything nice. Okay? ”

“Sure…”

Charles has made his decision but he doesn’t know whether it is a good one or not. Ai was heard giggling over the phone before hanging up. As soon as Charles put down the phone, he started looking around his bedroom and whispered in despair.

” i have no idea what to wear ”

What started as a joke ended up as a real thing.