tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72616603645892422482024-03-13T13:19:25.484-07:00Heart of AmethystThose who look up at the stars, fail to see the rose by their feet..NurFarah Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05229769484272773539noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261660364589242248.post-33846788520761659832013-09-10T03:54:00.002-07:002013-09-10T03:54:28.328-07:00Broken<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Bonds are so complicated.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Invisible, full of surprises.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Bonds hurt and heal a lot of things.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Heart, people, minds, views.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Worlds.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And this time, bonds hurt me beyond words.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Beyond time, beyond any possible vocabulary that could be used to
express pain.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Bonds stole my courage and took away my sanity. A little at a time.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">But sometimes, a lot at a time.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">When the second one happens, I always find myself lying on the
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB">Why?</span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB">Why me?</span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I was always left unsatisfied though,
because it was never answered.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">A psychologist who volunteered to do a
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tree that I drew was big, and I even drew a swing attached to that tree. But I
used only one colour. My favourite colour. Black. The face that I drew was a
woman’s, with long hair and her fringe covered one of her eyes. The
psychologist looked at my drawings, and her expression turned solemn, as if I
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personality, but what struck me after that made the next customer in line stare
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<span lang="EN-GB">“You’re broken,” the psychologist said.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“Is there something that you need to tell
me? Something you want to share?” </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It weren’t the drawings that she found
repulsive. It was me. She stared at me like I was a crazy person. Like I
disgusted her, like I have just made the most sinful crime ever done by humans.
Broken? What did she mean by ‘broken’? I couldn’t understand it, and although I
wanted to know more, I hated the way she stared at me. So I answered her
questions with a fake smile and shook my head politely. I left the booth, hurt.
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<span lang="EN-GB">I was broken, and I didn’t know what broke
me.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB">Am I
really crazy?</span></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">There again I lay down on the floor, asking
God.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">But no, I never get any answers. </span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB">I
probably am.</span></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">What broke me exactly?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">What was it that was so powerful and sly it
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<span lang="EN-GB">On bad nights, I would watch a sad movie
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<span lang="EN-GB">On nights worse than bad nights, the
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eyes would stay open and my body would tremble as my brain remembers every damn
painful memory that I have.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The times when I get compared with my
siblings.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The times when I was trusted with the wrong
things, wrong secrets.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The times when I was misjudged.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The times when I lose a friend.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The times of betrayal in friendship.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The times of corruption in a family.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The times of failure. Small ones to the
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<span lang="EN-GB">The list could go on and by the time I was
finished with the list, I sleep like a corpse. Cold, unmoving, a blank mind,
and a frozen heart.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It took a while for me to solve the puzzle
to the statement given by that psychologist. It took several more betrayals and
pain, disappointment and wane until I understood just how broken was I.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I was broken beyond repair. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">If I was a machine, I would be one of those
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animals that would leave it once the rain stops.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It took around a year after that hideous
personality test for me to discover what broke me. After multiple of hazards
and misfortunes it reveals itself to my understanding. Upon understanding it I
recognized that I had no power at all to drive it away. When I discovered it, I
accepted my condition as it is. Even I knew that it has found my weakness and
I, played with it, and destroyed me and everything I am. </span></div>
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is the best silent murderer, the most skilful psychotic killer, the finest
fraud.</span></div>
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15 years after the war, 2 years after the big Apocalypt Storm.<br />
The small amount of survivors.<br />
Strangely enough; it's like the world goes to a state of rewind. Amidst the ruins; skeletons; broken railways, nature made its way anyhow, resisting the stench of death and the sorrow lingering in the air. Trees growing at the strangest of places, pushing away things that are on its way to growth.<br />
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Aeda sat on an old, rusty vehicle that no longer bears its original form and stares at her surroundings.<br />
Little houses made from the remaining parts of broken buildings contain families or individuals who needed a place they belong to; a home. Ex-soldiers who guard the area, and women gathering at the center of the area; cooking what nature offered.<br />
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The sky is not as blue as they were before for dust and dirt fill the air and the clouds are only mirroring the colour of the water on earth. However, the sky is wider now; compared to before, when buildings were so tall you feel like an ant trapped in a maze and the top of the buildings is the sky for you.<br />
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Aeda regretted nothing. She never regretted living even though she lost so much during the war and the storm. Because she had always understood the meaning of "you reap what you sow", and it is only natural that humans get what they deserve.<br />
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Nature is cruel, violent, unpredictable in so many ways. Its wrath surpasses human's knowledge; its strength surpasses human's ability and concept of protection.<br />
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But nature is also kind; for after what humans thought is the end; is actually a beginning.<br />
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Aeda stares at the buds that will soon bloom into beautiful flowers. They grow unhesitatingly from the soil that was created from dead bodies. One end; is one beginning. Nature calls, nature takes, nature gives--<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Eerie."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Well, that's one way to describe--this." Aurora gestured her eye to the trees in the forest. It has gotten much more silent than before, as if the animals were hiding underground. Yet, even the ground felt cold. Astrid got down from her horse and sat on the nearest giant tree root. "Are you sure about this, Aurora? Father might already find out that we ran away."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"We didn't run away, Astrid. We're just trying to find out what's happening in the forest."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Astrid raised an eyebrow,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Without his permission."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Placing her palm on the tree barks, Aurora listened to her sister; "At this rate, it might be difficult for us to find out what's going on. So far, the attacks only happened at night. Right now, the sun is high above our heads. I don't think we'd find that creature."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Whoa, whoa!" Aurora countered; "Sister, I do want to find that creature, and I do agree with you on that, but I'm not really looking for the creature exactly. I'm looking for some tracks. You don't expect us to enter the forest at night without even knowing what we're dealing with, do you? If we have some tracks, or clue on what this creature can do or what it looks like, at least, we might find some chances on finding its weakness."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Astrid stared at her sister. "How come you're so smart and detailed in hunting but when it comes to studying literature and history you make our ancestors squirm in shame?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And at that moment, something caught her eye. The tree next to the one which root she was sitting on, it's bark was somehow scratched, three parallel lines visible against the dark brown colour of the tree. "Does that seem like a clue?" She pointed at the mark. Aurora looked closer, trying to trace any particular information passed down from Samuel during their past hunting sessions. Examining the width and length of the marks, she knew whatever that made that mark is not a human. The line is too wide for a sword or a knife, and there would be no reason to actually leave three marks, unless the weapon comes in a set.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Claws. Big, sharp claws. Strong enough to leave a mark quite deep, tall. The mark was made at the same height as the girls, and Aurora assumed that to leave an upward pattern, the creature only have to lift its arms up to its chest. And apparently, she couldn't recall any teachings from her brother about creatures like this. She knows that, at least; the creature is fast, strong, tall, and have sharp claws. Adrenaline pumping in her veins; she couldn't help but wanting to hunt, right at that moment; but she couldn't risk only one thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Astrid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aurora looked around for any possible traces, but there was nothing. No footprints, no tracks of broken twigs or unusually torn leaves. "Let's go back." Aurora suggested. Astrid thought her sister looked different, but she doesn't ask. She's leaving the questioning session after they get back safely. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Quick, Aurora, we have to hide these." Both of them took off Samuel's armor and hid them with their weapons in the haystack. Making sure no one is around, Aurora sat down on a small stack of hay. "What did you find out?" Astrid asked. Choosing her words carefully, Aurora answered. "Big, dangerous, with claws sharp enough to shred a human's flesh in one blow."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Do you think there are other marks like that?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I'm not sure, but if we could do something about it, informing the general is a good step. If the soldiers are going to stay in the forest until the creature has been caught, the undertaker will run out of coffins. Well, that is even if their bodies can be recovered."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"But Aurora! What are we going to tell him, huh? Good afternoon, general. We sneaked out of the castle and found a clue that the creature might just have giant sharp claws? Aurora!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"General Wilhelm, the king requests for your presence in the dining hall." A soldier reported. Wilhelm nodded and left the meeting, approaching the doorway, until a pair of hands pulled him into a dark, narrow space. His reflexes instantly aims for his sword, but another pair of arms stopped him. "Shhh! General, it's us!! It's us!!!" Aurora whispered. Shocked, he calmed down almost immediately at the presence of the princesses, and bowed his head. "What--"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His question was cut off quickly. "Did your men find any traces, or marks, or clues in the forest?" Aurora asked in haste.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"What---"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"FIND THE PRINCESSES!" A soldier's shout was heard, followed by multiple replies from other men and workers</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Oh, good heavens! Father found out! General, answer me!" Aurora pulled Wilhelm deeper into the darker side of the corner. "Wait. Alright. I don't know what's going on, princess. But so far I have not received any report on visible clues or marks left by the creature. Even the bloodhound lost trace of the victim's blood. Some of our dogs ran away, as if they were terrified by something."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aurora and Astrid were relieved, at one point, that they could actually <i>TRY</i> to pass the newly-required information. "Okay. We're going to be quick. We sneaked out of the castle--"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You what?!!" Wilhelm whispered his shout;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"And we found something in the forest." Aurora's serious tone caught his immediate attention.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I'm going to need Samuel to come back here." King Richard sighed. in the past, Samuel was the only one who could make those girls sit quietly in the dining table. The Queen sat next to him, rubbing his aching, tense shoulders.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And suddenly they heard familiar giggles. The turned around and saw their daughters laughing. "Where were you?!" The Queen asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The stopped laughing; looking at their parents. "We were playing hide and seek in the eastern wing, mother. Apparently some of our drawings when we were little are still on the walls!" Astrid laughed. "Good heavens! Do you know how worried we were?!" King Richard stood up. "But we did nothing wrong, father. Everyone's busy and running here and there, talking about some beastly creature or something and we were extremely bored. It's the only thing we could do since Sam left." Astrid spoke softly, almost solemn.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After the conversation ended, both of them walked into their room, Aurora refraining herself from laughing her heart out due to the drama, and Astrid had a smug plastered on her face. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stared at the setting sun, anxious. It's going to be dark soon and I hope General Wilhelm warned his men to be on their guards. I have a nasty feeling about this. Father and Mother are worried about the kingdom, and so do I, but I can't persuade them to leave the castle. They won't just simply do it. It's a part of being the king and the queen. I need to protect them. And other people too. And Astrid.<br /><br />I looked at her. She's reading. I need to enter the forest again. This time, without her. I need to find out about something.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Black pants, leather boots, a black cape. Enough from being seen. The sleeping powder she put in Astrid's drink worked quick enough and lasts long enough for her to inquire what she needs. Sneaking out from the secret gate again, she finds herself walking in a much slower pace than she used to, cautious of any movement from the surroundings. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The forest is so much more eerie at night. She hates to admit it, but it scares her, not knowing what might come next. She came to the place where they found the mark, and hope filled her heart; and she howled like a wolf.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Silence fell into the surroundings again. She tried to listen for any sound, and when she's confident that there was none, she howled again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And suddenly, she heard sounds. From behind, reflexes ordered her to grab her weapons and she shot an arrow. "It's me, stupid! You almost got me!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The arrow hit a nearby tree, missed a couple of inches from a man's head.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Damn it, it <i>almost</i> got you!" Aurora groaned. Rulf gave her a glare. "Rulf, stand somewhere where the moonlight doesn't reach you. I'm in no mood to be distracted by your looks." Aurora spoke. "Ah, finally admitting you like me?" Rulf teased. "No, I really meant how you look. Get some clothes next time, will you?" Aurora sighed at the naked man as he moves to stand in the shadow of a big tree. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Have you ever seen a wolf wearing clothes, princess?" Rulf smirked. "You're right. If I see one, I might kill it out of surprise." Aurora answered coldly, earning a pout from the taller man. His black hair was as dark as the shadow he was standing in, but his eyes, glow in neon silver. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Hey, I was wondering something..”<br />
Yuu turned to Miki and replied, “What?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“We’ve never seen you walking with a
guy.” She said, earning a sudden attention from Sora and an immediate addition
from her, “Miki’s right. I never give it a thought before, but now that she’s
mentioned it, we don’t see it much don’t we? Or, more like—we have NEVER seen
you walking with a guy.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yuu chuckled, not willing to let
herself get influenced by such an unreasonable topic. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“What the heck are you talking
about? I’ve walked with Sho, Takuma, and sometimes with other classmates of
ours as well! You’re being ridiculous!” Yuu shook her head slightly, although
she knew very well where the conversation is heading to.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“We meant a boyfriend, Yuu.” Miki
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Do I have to have a boyfriend to
walk with a guy?” Yuu replied, trying her best not to touch that certain topic.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You know what we mean, Yuu.” Sora
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“If<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>you insist on beating around the bush, then I’ll just be direct. How
come you’re not getting a boyfriend?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yuu chuckled at Miki’s question.
“That is so freakishly direct, you idiot.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Miki and Sora laughed, but Yuu still
insists on finding a way out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Because I don’t have to.” She
answered and continued after sensing that her friends won’t continue anything
after her; “I’m happy like this. I don’t need further reasons.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Just admit it, Yuu.” Sora grinned,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Admit what?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You’re gay.” Miki laughed, earning
a chuckle from Yuu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You want me to be one? Brace
yourself.” Yuu got up and began to strip herself off her jacket, then starting
to tease Miki’s clothes with a grin plastered on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Aww! No, dammit! Wait!! Sorry!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because it hurts.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because it is just so freaking troublesome.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because there is absolutely nothing wrong with being alone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because being alone does not mean one is lonely.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because it saves the time and tears and the ego.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because it is not the only reason for one to be happy.</span></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Truthfully, she does not see what
other people see. She knew that being in love feels good, she had experienced
it, but she also knows that a heartbreak is so painful and tiring. Why waste
everything when there is another way for one to be happy? </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“God created this world beautiful,
Kazu. There’s just a lot of things. Why do people make it a defining factor for
happiness? I mean, you can always make curry rice using milk if you don’t have
coconut milk. The taste might be different but you’ll still get to eat curry
because the defining factor is the curry powder you’re using.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Kazu, on the other line, laughed. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You have to stop comparing things
with food, Yuu.” He said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It’s easier for an airhead like you
to understand. I couldn’t understand it, Kazu. It’s not like I’m unhappy or
something.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Well, you don’t see what they see,
and they don’t see what you do. The least you could do is just shrug it off.
This is one of the mysteries of life which some people will never figure out
unless they experience the defining factor. Like—they won’t know the correct
amount of curry powder to be used to make curry that they prefer unless they
themselves cook it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yuu chuckled, “Hey, stop using my style
of comparison.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Well, you’re an airhead as well,
just so you know.” Kazu countered with a laugh.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Well, the next time anyone asks me
how come I’m still single, I’ll just say that I’m aiming for hard-earned money
first and when I’m rich I can get any young man to live with me.” Yuu changed
the phone to her left ear since her right one is getting warmer.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Put me on the list of those young
men. I want to have a rich woman taking care of me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yuu laughed at the ridiculous
request and said, “Then train yourself to be a good whore, bitch.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Both of them laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Alright, then make sure you finish
the homework I’ve given by next week. If you do, then we might just have time
for another fun experiment outside the classroom!” Yuu spoke before the lesson
ended and gathered all the books handed to her by the students. Teaching in an
international school takes quite a hard work, but it suits her just fine.
Smiling at the last student walking out of the classroom,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>she stared at her phone and realized that
there was a text message.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She smiled while reading it,
anticipating her dinner in two hours. She has enough time to have some rest.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Or just do anything in between. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Walking out of the school building,
she recognized a silhouette through the sunset light. “You’re freaking late,
you know. I got out of my office earlier without even saying goodbye to my
friends!” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She sighed, “Aw, come on. Dinner’s
in two hours.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Yes, but we have a lot of things to
do in between.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yuu laughed. “I just thought of that
a while ago.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Well then, let’s get going. We need
to buy some clothes for this little girl. Kai couldn’t wait any longer.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Kazu pointed his finger at her
stomach, then looked at the car, where inside, their eldest son is playing with
a Kamen Rider figurine.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Let’s just get her to wear Kai’s
old clothes.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“How dare you~!!” Kazu punched her
shoulder very lightly, laughing, walking slightly behind her, supporting her
increasing weight as their daughter grows inside of her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“And by the way, I feel like eating
curry.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I want to eat nabe. You want to eat
curry, you’re welcomed to go on your own.” Yuu retorted with a smile as she
entered the car.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Kai, overheard his parents’ silly
fight, interrupted cheerfully; “Let’s eat curry nabe then!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Kazu and Yuu looked at each<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>other.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Well, the taste might be different but both
defining factors are there in curry nabe. So why not?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Kazu stated, earning an approving
nod from his wife.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>NurFarah Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05229769484272773539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261660364589242248.post-57119023675451742922012-02-08T20:48:00.000-08:002012-08-01T14:44:32.192-07:00The Witch and The Twin Princesses : Part 1<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"The next time both of you sneak out into the forest again, I'll make sure you will never have another trip to Samuel's palace-- ever again!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And he sent them away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Taking the stairs to their bedroom chamber, Aurora took off her earplugs hidden beneath her long hair. Astrid did as well. "I'm so glad we have long hair! This time he really has a lot to say, don't you think?" said Aurora. "Yes. I didn't even expect he would bring up Sam's name." Astrid smiles and opened the door for her twin sister. Earplugs couldn’t <i>fully</i> block their father’s voice, and the sound of their brother’s name being spoken of was clearly articulated anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"But do you think he would really do it?" Aurora asked, looking out the window, viewing the scene of greenery, thinking of their brother, Samuel, and his wife as well as their little prince, far away from them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"If he'd do it, I guess we have no other choice other but to bring him here." Astrid replied, already sitting on the bed, stares at a portrait hanging on the wall. Aurora, her, and Sam together. She misses Sam. Both of them do. They exchange letters often, but it is never the same. Samuel was the one who taught them to hunt, to defend themselves, to know the dangers. And she's pretty much sure Samuel misses them too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Realizing Astrid's longing expression, Aurora sits next to her, takes her hand, and suggests; "Let's place banana skins in front of father's chamber this time."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The midnight wind brushes against his skin, making him shiver and sat closer to the fire. His friend, also a soldier, looked around, aware of any creatures that might run into them in the forest. “I really don’t understand why our King won’t let the princesses go out to hunt,” said he. His friend looked at him, replied, “The exact same reason why we’re here guarding the castle’s nearby surroundings.”<br />
“I don’t understand that either.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sighing, the friend sat down close to the fire. “Don’t you see something’s wrong lately? ”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Earning a shook from his friend’s head, he continued while looking around. “Hear anything?”<br />
“Hm..no.” The other one looked around as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That’s exactly the point. It’s awfully silent in the forest, man. You can’t hear the animals. Only the trees.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Realizing the truth in what his friend said, he looked up. “You reckon something’s happening?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure they stopped making sounds because they’re afraid. Two days ago I heard a growl, a loud, scary, ugly growl coming from further inside of the forest. It scared the hell out of me.”<br />
His friend looked up again.<br />
Noticing the silence between them, he continued, “I felt as if whatever it was, the thing that made that sound knew that I was there and I heard it, and it felt like as if it wanted to eat me.”<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hey….”<br />
“No, I’m really telling you the truth, man. I ran as fast as I can but I could still feel like that thing’s behind me. It was scary.. I couldn’t forget that feeling..”<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hey.”<br />
“That fear…I couldn’t even scream. I just wanted to find a place to hide—“<br />
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“H..hey!!”<br />
“What is it, man??”<br />
“R..run, damn it!!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The man ran away quick, leaving him speechless. What was that all about? He looked up where his friend looked at before. Trembling before the creature before his eyes, he was nailed to the ground as fear consumes him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> And the same growl from two days ago was heard again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And this time, he failed to escape.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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One shout after another, sending signs of a mixture of excitement, eagerness and fear big enough to reach the twins. "Astrid...what's going on..? It looks like..."<br />
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Smiling back in agreement, Astrid spoke. "We need to sneak out. But how? I'm pretty much sure father ordered some of his soldiers to look for any sign of us trying to interfere."<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Astrid, you walk like a girl!" Aurora nudged her sister using the hilt of Sam's sword. "Shut up, Aurora! I can't believe we're wearing Sam's clothes! They smell really old!" Astrid protested beneath the black hooded cloak that Samuel used to wear for hunting. "It's because they <i>are</i> old, Astrid. Now try to walk like a man before someone notices that we're both holding the Royal Sword!" Aurora whispered. Sam left three swords at the castle after he got married, and luckily, the swords are still as sharp as before and his armors fit the twins just nicely to deceive the soldiers who are busy running here and there.<br />
Aurora enjoyed herself, wearing armors, holding a sword, stepping on the dirt and not having to mind her posture when she walks. Her boyish attitude often got her scolded by their tutors, but also often enough for her to play pranks on them. Placing banana peels is only one of her "kindest" pranks.<br />
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"Hurry up, men! We'll start hunting by sundown!" the general shouted.<br />
Astrid looked around, amazed by the rare sight of chaos in the castle compound. What caused this chaos is not something light. Noticing something, she pulled Aurora; "Come here for a moment."<br />
Both of them hide behind a huge stack of straw before Astrid earns a questioning look from Aurora. "Listen."<br />
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The men standing nearby were chatting.<br />
"It was huge. He said he heard him scream but he was too afraid to go back. The creature was hideous and huge."<br />
"And fast."<br />
"It probably have eaten many more before last night."<br />
"I heard the beast attacked one of the villages in the west road and it was horrible. It might come here next."<br />
"That beast might harm the people in the castle."</span><br />
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Astrid listened attentively for any details about the occurrence. She pulled her hood lower and turned to Aurora. "The beast killed one of our men last night, and probably a lot of people before that."<br />
"What beast? What kind of beast??"<br />
Astrid shook her head. "I don't know. But if it can attack a village and kill a lot of people, then it must be something big and fast. There were no traces found, however. I wonder why.."<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You're welcomed to stay here like a rock while I prefer to go and find out about it myself." Aurora walks away in excitement, too fast for Astrid to catch her. They reach the stable and prepare their horses, ready to sneak out through the secret gate surrounded by thick bushes. They have Sam to thank for that. "Ooh.. I wish I have my arrows. This sword is heavy." Astrid sighed. Aurora chuckled. "Not a problem." She walked into one corner where stacks of straw are placed, and she buries her hand in it, trying to find something. Astrid watches her with a strange, questioning look on her face.<br />
Aurora paused for a while and broke the silence. "Oi, you might as well help me over here."<br />
"What in the world are you looking for??" Astrid asked, trying to search whatever her sister was searching for in the stacks of straw. Suddenly her hand found something hard, and she pulled it out. Bow and arrows. New. Lots of arrows.<br />
"A-ha! You found them! And so did I!" Aurora pulled out another set.<br />
"When did you--"<br />
"They have been here for two months. I had them made and hid them here just in case father takes away our weapons. I asked the blacksmith to design arrows that have a longer range of travel. I tried one of these arrows. They're really, really fast and look---"<br />
Aurora took one of the arrows, and slightly turned the silver metal below the tip. The tip opened up into a lotus form where each tip is sharp enough for the arrow to rip the skin and muscles. One may be enough to kill, and they have a lot of them.<br />
"Wounds caused by these little guys takes a very long time to heal. I planned to present them to you on our birthday, behind father's back of course."<br />
Astonished at the cruelty that the arrows possess, Astrid stared at her twin. "We look the same..but Aurora, you are one hell of a barbaric princess, you know that."<br />
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Astrid sat next to her sister, "Well, AYY wolf got us terribly scolded by father. The last time I see him scolding people like that was when he accidentally tripped on a banana skin, fell down the staircase and landed on his backside. It was hilarious."<br />
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"It was meant for our annoying chaperones, thank you very much. I didn't expect father to go and check on us."<br />
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"Yes. Do you think something happened?"<br />
Aurora was about to answer until a familiar sound was heard. The royal horse.<br />
"Looks like father found out. Let's go." Astrid picked up her weapons on her side. Feeling a nudge, she looked at her sister.<br />
"Does this mean we have to wear earplugs again? Father will surely scold us, you know."</span></span> </div>
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"Get out of my room please, Gunner." Alethea stared at the pale figure in front of her, emotionless, yet making sure that her signals of wanting his absence is correctly transmitted, and received. Gunner sighed and replied, "I will, Elli. But mother wants you to get out. You must be hungry." <br />
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</div><div>Alethea gave him another stare, yet a short one, and switched her choice of view to the window. The pale moon, almost pearly white, shines in the night sky. "I am not hungry. Not yet. Go on without me." she spoke, eyes locked on the single white orb in the sky. She could hear Gunner's sigh. "Four days in a row? I won't tell Mother my thoughts, but one of them is you're planning on committing suicide. Aren't you?"</div><div><br />
</div><div>The room is dim-lit, almost dark if it's not for the full moon. But Gunner could sense her, and he knew she was snickering. "I would've done that ages ago if it'd actually work. I really am not hungry, Gunner. Tell Mother that I'd do my hunting when I'm really thirsty. Oh, and tell her not to wear that white jacket I bought for her. It's troublesome to wash off the blood later."</div><div><br />
</div><div>Gunner stared at her profile; her dark hair shone under the moonlight, her skin is pale and so do her lips; but what made her different are her eyes; silver, almost platinum in colour, unlike the other of their kind. And he remembers the first time he met her.</div><div><br />
</div><div><i>He saw her that snowy night, running, leaving a trail of blood as she dragged her naked feet on the snow, panting. He saw her as nothing but food, and when she saw him, he froze---stood there like a tree, shocked to see her blood-covered face. But what shocked him the most is how she looked him with a pair of grey eyes without any fear, as if she knew that her life is going to be taken that moment, as if she was inviting him to take her life. And he stood there, thinking of the next step. For the first time in his life after death, he felt doubt.</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>"GET BACK HERE, YOU WITCH!!!"</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>He saw glowing orbs coming from afar. Multiple voices could be heard clearly later, calling; shouting; cursing. He just stood there. Then, an arrow was shot. It didn't hit her, but it went through his shoulder. Not that he felt the pain, anyway. "KILL HER!" </i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>They ran, prepared to kill the accused one, but as they gOt closer and began to distinguish another form standing next to the woman, they stopped. They recognized it. They feared it. </i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>"V...Vampire!! RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"</i></div><div><i><br />
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</i></div><div>He snapped back to reality when he heard the howl of the wolves. "You should go now. They are waiting." Alethea said. He agreed, and took steps towards the door. Without her consent, he chose to change her instead of kill her that night, and since then, that pair of grey eyes turned platinum, and she became his kind. </div><div><br />
</div><div>"Oh, I still don't like the name 'Ellie', so quit calling me that, alright?"</div><div><br />
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</div><div>The ground felt soft against her cold skin. Oh, how she missed the feeling of coldness. Temperature doesn't have any effects on her kind. Fire could burn, yet not enough to kill. For so long she tried to end this life of unknown mortality. She believed that she could die. She'd find a way. She hated Gunner for making her a walking corpse, but she thanked him as well, for giving her a chance to murder those who accused her due to jealousy. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Thanks to Gunner also, she learnt that there's no such thing as true love and loyalty. Humans are bound to kill. They are born to kill, and be killed. </div><div><br />
</div><div>And she watched each and every one of those faces suffer, begging her to let them go. She tortured them the same way as they did to her; burn their houses first and took everything they have, and when they're lost, having no home to return to, she took their children's life-- the last bit of humanity inside her told her to give the children easy death, and the easiest was to rip their throats. After the children, the adults. Those who called her a witch because the odd colour of her eyes, those who killed her family, those who succumb themselves in jealousy and hatred. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Their screams was music to her that night. And her new family was there too, watching her; judging her.</div><div><br />
</div><div>But revenge was short. She had done what she wanted to do, and so she wanted to die. But vampires don't die easily, and since then, she tried various ways---- to die--- she even tried to starve to death. Yes, she starved, but death didn't come. Her new form is a curse, and she had no one to blame. Gunner, if she could, but Gunner did help her to seek revenge (although she didn't ask, he knew.)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Walking out of the thick bushes, she finally reached the beach. She tried drowning herself, but she found out that she could live in the water as well as the humans live on land. Gunner and their Mother told her to quit it because nothing would work, but she never believed them. She tried stabbing herself, jumping off a cliff, and jump into fire; but no matter how much her bones break, how bad her skin is burnt, they heal. They heal fast.</div><div><br />
</div><div>She felt the wind brushing against her skin and wondered how dull life is. Her family passed on long ago...brutally. And when will be her turn, she wondered.</div><div><br />
</div><div>From the distance she saw something on the shore, something big and white. Something that looked odd. The wind blew again, and she could smell it. The smell of blood.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Her throat aches, begging for a drink, begging to be relieved after four days of starvation. She endured it, for that human might have been dead for quite a while already. She approached him, and the closer she gets, the more distinct the sound becomes.<i> </i></div><div><br />
</div><div><i></i>The sound of a beating heart. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Weak, but still beating. She stared at him. His white clothes, blood-stained. His body, wounded. As if looking into a mirror, he reminded her of herself, moments before Gunner buried his fangs in her flesh. The pain in her throat; or so-called <i>thirst</i>, becomes too much to handle, but she just stood there, listening to the weakening heartbeat, envious.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>I was awaken by the sudden rush of warmth on my face. Am I dead? I feel so sleepy. I have no strength to open my eyes..</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Alethea, you know the risk of bringing a human here, don't you?" </div><div><br />
</div><div>Whose voice is that?</div><div><br />
</div><div>"I understand, Mother. I won't let him come close to the others. Please, understand my reasons too." </div><div><br />
</div><div>"I can't believe you brought home a pet, Elli."</div><div><br />
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</div><div>TO BE CONTINUED...........</div></div>NurFarah Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05229769484272773539noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261660364589242248.post-13707370378563989672010-10-29T09:09:00.000-07:002014-03-29T21:35:52.266-07:00This Neighbour of Mine, Part 1.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdFzbBssK1hCeWIkXgV9xaDpgVxBg84p6-DbBiOkRcCpwIJxc5McOXZNjwcG-Zj18vBRAarxdI-Ipo075EPUQUeFV389LL89Qtumj8Uy4XN384kvOBhd4rBsXQCuP6ZRgunXrDgBFqC2-/s1600/P8100011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdFzbBssK1hCeWIkXgV9xaDpgVxBg84p6-DbBiOkRcCpwIJxc5McOXZNjwcG-Zj18vBRAarxdI-Ipo075EPUQUeFV389LL89Qtumj8Uy4XN384kvOBhd4rBsXQCuP6ZRgunXrDgBFqC2-/s400/P8100011.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534601250491062242" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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[A/N] This is a two-shot story. All characters are fictional, except Toma. hihihihi so this is labeled as a fanfiction, my attempt in practicing my long lost writing skills. </div>
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"What makes you think that this is easy,huh?" she questioned the older women standing in front of her.<br />
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"Stop crying, Michiyo." </div>
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I turned to face him. "Stop crying?! Do you know what he had done?!! If you came here just to downgrade me, then congratulations, Toma!" I gifted him a deathly glare (which I hope killed him that instant) and he backed off a bit.</div>
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"Why in the world would you cry for a person who doesn't even cry for you? You're pretty much stupid, for an 18 year-old girl."</div>
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"I'm crying because I'M SAD, YOU IDIOT! Now get out! You're not helping!" I got up and tried to push him out of my room, but to no avail. He is a guy, for God's sake. (and a strong one too, that is.) </div>
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"What could I do anyway? I told you not to cry but you still cry. What difference does it make if I do anything? You will cry anyway." he pushed me lightly on my head. Realizing the truth in what he said, I sat, but not facing him. Things went silent for a minute or two until I took a really deep breath and said,</div>
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"I love him, Toma. I really love him. In my dreams, he is the one I stand next to on my wedding day. He is the one who takes our son out for a baseball practice. He is the one sitting next to me when we are old and wrinkly. I love him....and-"</div>
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"And he is the one holding another girl's hand and kissed her one hour ago." Toma interrupted.</div>
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"Shut up, Toma!" I buried my face in my pillow, fighting the urge to cry again as I remember the painful sight. </div>
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<i>I saw Hayato and that girl. He was holding her hand. I stood there, nailed to the ground. </i></div>
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<i>Then he kissed her.</i></div>
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Toma laughed, suddenly. I gave him a questioning look. "I really like the part where you punched him. In front of that girl!! Hahahhaha~"</div>
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<i>Yes. I punched Hayato after that and broke up with him that instant.</i></div>
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Toma probably realized how quiet I suddenly become when I felt his big, warm hand on my head. He patted it. "Yo. You're crying?"</div>
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I shook my head, still wordless.</div>
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"Good. Or else I'm afraid I might drown in your tears. You cry a lot. Your eyes are going to get puffy, and you will get wrinkles if you cry." he said. I looked at him. "Really?" </div>
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"Urm...yeah. Except the last part." he chuckled. "Ja~ I gotta go now. I have some studying to do and I gotta help my mom with some chores." He gave me another pat on the head and walked away. Before he went out of my room I told him; "Teach your sister to cook, Toma. Your cooking could make girls feel shame."</div>
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He smirked. "I would teach her, if only she'd stop playing soccer and stop practicing Kendo. I couldn't call that kid a sister. She's more like a younger brother to me. Reckless and rough. Like you. Hahaha~"</div>
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BAM!</div>
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<i>This neighbour of mine couldn't evade the pillow. </i></div>
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Being classmates, I have no choice but to face Hayato every day. When people asked him about the bruise on his face, he said he fell. But they knew better. All of them found out that he cheated on me. How??</div>
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<i>That neighbour of mine is a very famous final year student in my school. And he has a loose mouth.</i></div>
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I gotta thank Toma, though. He is one of the not many people in this world who could make such realistic exaggerated stories. He told everyone that Hayato cheated on me, called me bad names when he's with another girl, and then cheated on that girl for another girl. As much as I know Hayato, I don't think that he would do all those stuff (except cheating).</div>
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I stopped talking to Hayato, of course. But I have to admit that the pain is still there. All those times I spent together with him... All those hugs and kisses...all those sweet nothings we whispered... And how we spent our time together having lunch under a shady tree during breaks...</div>
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Now I sit here, alone.</div>
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"YO!!!!!!!!"</div>
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I literally jumped. Toma laughed so loud I just couldn't help but to shut him up using the cover of my lunch box. He groaned in pain after the hit, but still laughing. I ignored him. I TRIED TO ignore him. When he finally calmed down (finally!), I stared at him. "What are you doing here?" </div>
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"I was looking for you~" </div>
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He casually replied, "I haven't eaten them yet, so I don't know~" and looked into his lunch box.</div>
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"Mo~~ you're grumpy today. Are you on your period?" </div>
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He patted my head again. "I was actually walking in the hallway and I kind of saw you. You looked so lonely I thought that you might be crying again. This used to be the place where both of you used to spend breaks together, right?"</div>
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"And I saw him surrounded by girls in the hallway. Gosh, that makes you look so pathetic. He's having a good time, you know.-------OW!!OWWW!!! STOP IT!!!"</div>
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I pinched him hard on his thigh. "If you come here to make a fool out of me, then I suggest you to get up and get lost!!" I pushed him away. Stupid Toma! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid TOMA!! "Woah~ You're really strong when you're mad...!!.......----- Hm..? Chotto..!! Yah!! Don't cry!!!" </div>
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I just couldn't hold back any longer. It's just so painful. "Go...away. The last thing I need...is hearing you calling me....pathetic." I spoke between sobs. He was silent. Maybe he went away already. Good. Just leave me alone.</div>
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But to my surprise, I felt a strong arm around my shoulder. I startled, but then I heard him said; "My shoulder is big enough for you to cry on."</div>
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I felt my eyes burn again, and cried.</div>
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<i>This neighbour of mine is really kind. He's mean, but he's kind enough for me to rely on.</i></div>
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<i>to be continued~</i></div>
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NurFarah Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05229769484272773539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261660364589242248.post-16460533147560676072010-04-22T06:41:00.000-07:002010-04-24T11:02:19.784-07:00The One Who Witnessed : The Sweetheart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorfLlE8oquBI7BZf4fn0n-QkjvYDF9ejII5wiAtxTh0ZJmGU98Xi2fTpWxriHdaA_lcgele3OgHnblTLPLMccqHkyD82R19bIMtuAgyFXsVS5l7r2N9Ts7wY3baV2EYRQsxlu6IIpN3yE/s1600/26469_403492448063_545413063_5034212_8087257_n+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorfLlE8oquBI7BZf4fn0n-QkjvYDF9ejII5wiAtxTh0ZJmGU98Xi2fTpWxriHdaA_lcgele3OgHnblTLPLMccqHkyD82R19bIMtuAgyFXsVS5l7r2N9Ts7wY3baV2EYRQsxlu6IIpN3yE/s400/26469_403492448063_545413063_5034212_8087257_n+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463002939746685906" /></a><br />Aah, sweet rain. It has been a while since the last rainfall. I could still survive for a long time, but still, another rainfall would be great.<div><br /></div><div>And there he was, sitting on the grass, brave enough to take the risk of falling sick because of the falling pearls from the sky. I still wonder what runs through his mind. He seems somewhat strange to me, if I'm to compare him with other guys. I am very much interested in him since the first time he sat near me. Sometimes he speaks in a language that I could not understand, and sometimes he thinks differently than the people he befriends with. A strange lad, but worth of my attention.</div><div><br /></div><div>He just sat there, staring at the ground. Moments later he got up and walked away. I still couldn't understand what he's thinking. </div><div><br /></div><div>I woke up the next day and the bright sun greets me as usual. It's quite crowded today and people are trying to find shady places to sit under. Some would sit near me and chat about their day, the people that they like, the people that they despise, their complaints and their plans. It's amusing, to hear different opinions and yet it is annoying at the same time, because there are too many of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>I noticed a girl. A familiar girl. Syeena. She sat quite far from me, but I can still hear the small chuckles from her as she chatted with her friend. And from afar I saw the boy again. He's with his friends, and their laughter...God, I could still hear them even if I'm in South Africa right now!</div><div><br /></div><div>He came over to Syeena and told her about the picnic they're having next week. The girl looked enthusiastic about it, "Sure, I'll make the sandwiches. Tuna or eggs, Nash?"</div><div><br /></div><div>The boy replied, "Both would be good. They're tasty and healthy, good for my muscles."</div><div><br /></div><div>Syeena laughed, "Yeah. Anything except rocks and woods would be good for your muscles."</div><div><br /></div><div>Cute girl, I thought. Her rosy cheeks are adorable especially when she's laughing. Oh, after all this time I observe this boy, I realize that he's quite different when he's around Syeena. Hmm. Strange boy. He's sweeter when he's around her. I should just call him "the sweetheart". Ha-ha-ha.</div><div><br /></div><div>Later at night, he's here again, sitting on the green grass, staring at the sky, sighing occasionally as if in a complete tranquility, different from some sozzled guys returning from parties who always pass by me. The Sweetheart then took out his earphones and listen to the music. But I doubt he's actually listening to it, because he turned aside when a soft noise crept.</div><div><br /></div><div>"What are you doing out here at this time of night?" Syeena asked, and he just smiled and replied, "What about you?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Oh, here." she said and gave him a piece of cake. "Wow. Looks tasty. Must've been hard to make it," he took it from her. "Nah- piece of cake. Pun intended." she laughed. They laughed.</div><div>And suddenly her phone rang. She stared at it for a while. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Nazif?" he asked. She nodded with her usual sweet smile.</div><div>"I-- gotta go. Enjoy the cake!" she said and went off. He waved slightly at her, then when she disappeared, I heard another sigh. A deep one, this time. Poor Sweetheart, he just couldn't get what he want.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Her.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Another day arrives, and I woke up realizing Sweetheart is already sitting on the ground, leaning his back against me. He's sweating. Morning exercise, perhaps. His buddy came then, panting.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Hey Nash, I saw Riez last night and I really felt like kicking his sorry ass. Tho-- I don't think that'd be enough, considering what he did to ya."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Just leave him alone, ShaoKee. If you hit him, it'll just prove that you're a dickhead, just like him." Sweetheart countered. Shaokee let out a heavy sigh and sat next to him. "I still don't get it why would you just let him go. He's a damned asshole and everyone knows that except his girl, whom I think is under a hypnosis, just like what the vampires in Vampire Diaries do to humans."</div><div><br /></div><div>Nash chuckled, ready to laugh, "Dude, you WATCH Vampire Diaries??"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Hey, Elena is hot." and both laughed. Silence filled the morning air for a moment, until Shaokee stood up and jumped to reach one of my branches. "You really should stop being soft-hearted, you know. It has been two and a half years and still, she's with Nazif. Get a new girl, dude."</div><div>Nash just smiled, "(<i>With a talking hand gesture)</i> Yap-yap-yap is easy, man. She's such an angel and even my younger sister approves! And not every girl gets approved by her!"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Your crazy-with-photoshop younger sister seems to run a tight ship." </div><div>"Nah. She's just crazy."</div><div><br /></div><div>While I listened, I can't stop wondering if it is possible for a human to be so patient. Sweetheart was backstabbed, for all I know.. and the girl of his dreams is no where to the point of fancying him. And he remains sweet. Some people would end up drinking alcohol every night (and vomit on me) or commit suicide. But Sweetheart is just so....odd.</div><div><br /></div><div>He didn't come and sit on the ground that night. And for another two days. The fourth day, he sat in my shades, probably waiting for his friends for a study group because he brought tons of books (oh papers..my dear brothers)</div><div><br /></div><div>"Hi, Nash." a voice which is very familiar called him and to my surprise, it was Syeena. "Hey, Syeena." he smiled. "Alone?" she asked.</div><div><br /></div><div>He looked around with a fake dumbfounded face, "I have an imaginary friend sitting next to me, but you can't see him, so I guess...yeah. I'm alone." and he chuckled, followed by Syeena. "What are the books for? It has been a while since the last time I see the genius Nash with IQ of 124 study."</div><div><br /></div><div>"IQ levels can drop if I don't read once in a while. Plus, I don't want to be known as just the muscle man. People should know me as the Kick-ass Muscle Man with Brain!!" </div><div>Syeena laughed, "People should know you as Nash, Nash. Your name comes with the rest of the words that you mentioned just now; kick-ass, muscle man, brain."</div><div>"Tell Professor Luke that. He thinks I'm nothing but a skinny guy who likes basketball."</div><div><br /></div><div>And silence. Sweetheart may not realize it, but Syeena looked awkward.</div><div><br /></div><div>"So....um.... Is the picnic plan going well?" she asked.</div><div>"Yeah, sure. I'd go if you go." he said.</div><div>"You should. Or else who would finish up all the food?"</div><div>"I only finish up the food that you made, Syeena. Even if they're made of papers and glue."</div><div>She laughed.</div><div>"I'm glad I amuse you."</div><div>"Thanks, Nash. You're a sweetheart."</div><div><br /></div><div><i>I told you he's a sweetheart.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>"I know I am. So..um..."</div><div>"Umm what?" she asked.</div><div><br /></div><div>"You won't really be using papers and glue to make food, right?"</div><div>She laughed again. Boy, you really have a sense of humour. </div><div><br /></div><div>"So let me know if you're coming to the picnic,okay?" she stood up, ready to go. "Why would you want to know?" he asked, staring at her with half curiosity, half confusion.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Cuz I'd go if you go."</div><div><br /></div><div>And she walked away. Sweetheart sat there, frozen, nailed to the ground. Hmm. I sensed something from what she said.</div><div><br /></div><div>He smiled, and abruptly lie on the grass, smiling.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Hope.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>[A/N] I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE A STORY FROM A TREE'S POINT OF VIEW. HAHAHAHA</div>NurFarah Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05229769484272773539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261660364589242248.post-13855232623013937802010-04-17T06:22:00.000-07:002010-04-17T06:41:40.177-07:00A White Demon Love Song.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMNFcidEnqkhv2WLSplLgbQ9T65aOKefuWdEqi0JtLePG0x4_niPqaLjtGlIDTY_segBvQsbCNQRHJ8Gr6XcRkP7UKZ2iAa4T1shHVWhh-tAJm2mQHOlHxgywe4vWo5IUgjQresTyhqkm/s1600/Dark_Angel_by_Pygar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMNFcidEnqkhv2WLSplLgbQ9T65aOKefuWdEqi0JtLePG0x4_niPqaLjtGlIDTY_segBvQsbCNQRHJ8Gr6XcRkP7UKZ2iAa4T1shHVWhh-tAJm2mQHOlHxgywe4vWo5IUgjQresTyhqkm/s400/Dark_Angel_by_Pygar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461100082146265266" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />I played the song again. A White Demon Love Song.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">If it wasn't because of The Twilight Saga : New Moon, I would've never discovered this song. Somehow after the first time I heard it, we just clicked. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It reminds me a lot about me. How I cope during hard times, how I held on to life after you left, and how difficult it was to recover after the hard fall. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">He isn't coming after all<br />Love this time<br />She likes the way he sings<br />White demon love song's in her dreams </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It annoyed me, how the sun still rose beautifully even though I was hurt so much I felt like dying. My greed, my grudges, wanted everyone to suffer like I did. Those tears I shed, turned to blood, turned into grudges, eating me inside, changing me, changing my way of perspective.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">White demon, where's your selfish kiss?<br />White demon sorrow will arrange<br />Let's not forget about the fear<br />Black invitation to this place that cannot change<br />While strangely holy, come for a rain<br />(darling) </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">For a while I was trapped in a dark, hollow place, succumbing in the hatred so deep, I became brave, too brave to do anything, including hurting anyone who comes in my way. And for a while I did so, hurting those around me, both who hurt me and who didn't. Silently, I screamed for help. I wanted someone to help me. It was so painful I couldn't stop crying. As if I no longer know myself. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">White demon, widen your heart's scope<br />White demon, who let your friends go?<br />White demon, widen your heart's scope<br />White demon, who let your friends go? </span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I thought I got weaker. Until one day a light shone above me, and abruptly I realized that I have to swim above, to the light. I swam, reaching for the light. And at the moment I reached the light and held it with my hand, I knew... </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I'm moving on.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">A White Demon Love Song turned off.</span></span></span></div>NurFarah Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05229769484272773539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261660364589242248.post-49116715355198467692010-02-02T08:35:00.000-08:002010-03-10T08:53:58.548-08:00Being in coldness isn't that bad.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipxVv3WrCm9v34yCoA1U1VbSryriTVrSjSU67d6vhTeMfOdfMnwbN3JEzoJMV2nMk0XZf6q0oVQh4suP6W205rjSyLnD8PqH3yFWUnD-5WSoWnteCtMNkvJuYfxaS0bE5FOYu43FMcKXrp/s1600-h/Dark-snow-fantasy-christmas-desktop-background-wallpaper.jpg%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipxVv3WrCm9v34yCoA1U1VbSryriTVrSjSU67d6vhTeMfOdfMnwbN3JEzoJMV2nMk0XZf6q0oVQh4suP6W205rjSyLnD8PqH3yFWUnD-5WSoWnteCtMNkvJuYfxaS0bE5FOYu43FMcKXrp/s400/Dark-snow-fantasy-christmas-desktop-background-wallpaper.jpg%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447037311758251186" /></a><br /><i><div><i><br /></i></div>It was horrible. The screams, the blood, the tears...</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>The fears.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Frightened, she turned around and ran away, but the shrieking got closer and closer. And suddenly a cold hand grabbed her shoulder,</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>And she woke up.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Ray, wake up.." a familiar voice made her alert all of the sudden. Blinking her eyes a few times, she waited until her vision becomes clear, and at last she could recognize the owner of the voice, none other than Faine, her best friend, her house-mate, her classmate. </div><div>"Damn, it's below 4 and you're sweating?? Are you sick or something??" she asked, and Ray sat up, also realizing the same thing, replied; "Nightmare."</div><div><br /></div><div>Faine stood up and sighed, "Amethyllia Gray, get up, get dressed, and get going! It's 7:20."</div><div><br /></div><div>"WHAT?!!" Ray looked at the clock and realized that bad things about nightmares are that they will make you wake up either too early, or too late.</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>"Oh darn! She left me!! Darn that girl!" Ray ran, and stopped in front of the classroom door, peeking inside and saw the lecturer, Mr.Ross giving handouts. Gulping, she lightly knocked on the door. Yet, a light knock is enough to awaken the class, and everyone looked. "Oh, there you are Miss Gray. No, no, don't trouble yourself of coming in. You can just stay out there." Mr.Ross snickered, and Ray just stood there, detecting Faine among her classmates. Faine looked worried, but Ray IS late, after all.</div><div><br /></div><div>But it wasn't a problem for her.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ray smiled, and spoke, "Then can I just listen from outside, and sir, can I have one of those?" she pointed to the stack of handouts.</div><div><br /></div><div>Two hours she sat in front of the door, sitting as if it's her own personal space, looking at Mr. Ross and jotting down notes. Embarassed?? That rarely happened. People who walked at the hallway laughed, and even said hi to her, and she replied them back, with the same wide smile that she gave to Mr. Ross. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jotting down notes, she listened carefully, and heard footsteps coming. Must be one of her friends. She looked aside.</div><div><br /></div><div>Faine, from inside, saw the change on Ray's face. Ray looked...frozen. Nailed to the ground. Then Faine saw a guy walking outside the class and she immediately knew what's wrong. And she knew what she should do. Distract Ray.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Hey, Ray! You need a sweater?? You look like a frozen sitting statue out there! Not that I mind~ You'll make a very good house decoration if you freeze!" Faine teased and got Ray's attention. Eventually, upon hearing it, Mr. Ross finally let Ray in with a slight guilt, just about 15 minutes before the class ends. Ray sat on an empty seat next to her best friend, and murmured "Thanks."</div><div><br /></div><div>*****</div><div><br /></div><div><i>"I couldn't love you. I love her." he spoke.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>As if the knife was real, she felt the pain of the back stab. She was frozen. It was freezing, it was snowing. And she wanted nothing except to be buried under the thick, cold snow. So that she could feel nothing but numbness. Slowly with her feet dragging, she entered the house, greeted by Faine at first, but the girl didn't get a reply. Ray looked dead.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>She died that day. He killed her. He ripped her chest, he took her heart, he stole her smile. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>He killed her.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>****</div><div><br /></div><div>"Ray," Faine called. The girl with a black-framed specs turned, and looked at Faine. Faine couldn't read the expression on her best friend's face. A mix of joy...and pain. She knew she couldn't ask whether Ray is okay or not, because Ray would always answer that she is couldn't possibly be better than that, but somehow Faine knew..somewhere very deep in Ray's heart, there's a plea for help. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, that is.. if she still has it. The heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>Faine smiled, and took Ray's hand. "Your hand is cold. Looks like Mr. Ross really got you today, huh?" Upon hearing that, Ray chuckled. "Well, sitting outside the class isn't that bad. You get to see the falling snow outside. Tho I have to agree that it IS freezing cold. It makes me feel like having a mug of hot chocolate...Anyhow, I hope that old man felt hella guilty for making me sit outside!" Ray laughed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Faine felt insecure, in a way of concerned about whether Ray is really smiling her smile or not. Ever since that day, Faine was almost protective of her best friend. Almost everything could hurt the girl, and almost everything could make her cry. Ray knew better, not to show that side of her to the public, which made Faine's heart wrench even more. Ray was in pain. And probably still is, but refused to share it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally Faine decided to ask. "Are you really okay, Ray? I just want to make sure.. It has been two weeks..." Faine tightened her grip on Ray's hand, waiting for an answer. Ray stared at her for a while, and took a very deep breath. "You know, Faine.... It's still painful. The wound, the scar, the moments, everything. But you have been nothing but supportive. I may have lose him, I may have lose some of my pride, but I am so glad I haven't lose you. I will recover from all of these horrible feelings, I will move on, but I will still need you."</div><div><br /></div><div>Faine felt a tinge of happiness in her, to know that she is really needed. And she got this feeling of things are going to be alright afterwards, where she no longer have to worry about whether Ray is really fine or not. </div><div><br /></div><div>****</div><div><br /></div><div><i>"Stop it...!! Go away!! Leave me alone!!"</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>But the shrieking got louder and louder, it began to hurt her ears, hurt her head.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"STOP IT!!"</i></div><div><br /></div><div>"Ray! Ray! Wake up!!" Faine's voice snapped her back to reality, and she found herself lying on the sofa, sweating. She was panting as if she had run five miles, and she noticed that Faine is looking at her. "Another nightmare?" Faine asked and handed Ray's specs to her. Ray nodded and apologized, whisper style. Faine sighed, but then gave Ray a slight smile. "Come on. Let's go out and have a cup of coffee. Hayden and his friend will be joining us. It has been a while since I saw him. And you need to get out once in a while." Faine pulled her up on her feet. " But it's cold out there..." said Ray. "Well, it's better than locking yourself up in this house. Come on, get ready." Faine pushed Ray playfully, earning a laugh from the other girl. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Oh My God! Faine, it's cold!!!! Hurry up and get insideee!!" Ray pleaded and pushed Faine to enter the cafe quickly. "Alright, alright! Stop pushing!! People are looking at us!" Faine laughed. As they get inside, Faine was ogling the cafe, as if looking for something, and Ray noticed Hayden, a handsome guy with black sweater waving at them. Faine had the biggest crush on him and he's a nice guy anyway, so Ray had no objections if Faine asks her to come along to meet Hayden. After all, Hayden studies arts and designs in a different university, so it's quite hard for Faine to see him. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was then, when Ray walked to Hayden's table that she realized that there was another guy sitting next to him. "Faine, Ray, meet Matthew. He's my housemate, currently studying architecture, and Matt, this is Faine and her housemate, Ray."</div><div><br /></div><div>Ray observed Matthew, a guy with dark hair and dark orbs, but with little smile. He seems somehow cold, and she wondered how did he got along with Hayden, because Hayden is the opposite of him. </div><div><br /></div><div>Throughout lunch, it were mostly Faine and Hayden who talked. Ray and Matthew listened, already sensing that something is really going to happen between those two. "Hey guys, do you mind if we leave you for a while? I need to get a present for my sister." Matthew spoke. "We?" Hayden asked. Matthew looked at Ray, earning a shocked gasp from her. "I'm coming along?" she asked. "Well, I'm not good in choosing presents for girls." he said, and somehow Ray could see the expression on his face, which translated : </div><div><br /></div><div><i>"Let's let them have their own quality time."</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Ray smiled and got up. "O-yeah. Let's go. I have some fabulous ideas for presents." Ray smiled and followed Matthew out of the cafe, but as soon as the cold air hits her skin, she shivered. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine. I just have low tolerance for coldness," she replied with equanimity even though it was clear to Matthew that she feels extremely cold at the moment. "Come. Let's find a bookstore." Matthew suddenly pulled her hand, and it shocked her. His hand is so warm.</div><div><br /></div><div>They managed to find a bookstore somehow, and it was warm. "I thought you want to find a present for your sister..?" Ray teased. Matthew gave a slight smile, which shocked her for the second time. "I wish those two would get together soon. It is so damn obvious that they like each other but no one's making a move." he joked, and earned a laugh from Ray.</div><div><br /></div><div>"So what is your full name?" Ray asked. "Matthew Samuels. Yours?" </div><div>"Amethyllia Gray." </div><div>"Wow." he simply said.</div><div>"What?"</div><div>"Nice name." </div><div>"My parents have this obsession with gemstones. My name came from Amethyst. I'm just glad they didn't name me Ruby or Moonstone or Lapis Lazuli or worst, Diamond."</div><div><br /></div><div>Matthew laughed out loud, and Ray immediately realize that her first impression of that guy is totally wrong. He is..... warm.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Thanks, Matthew." she murmured.</div><div>"Why?"</div><div>"Your hand was warm."</div><div><br /></div><div>Matthew smiled. "Glad to warm you up." At the moment Ray saw that smile,</div><div><br /></div><div>An epiphany occurred. It hit her. </div><div><br /></div><div>She's moving on. For real.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the cold December, she had found her fire. She stared at Matthew, earning a questioning look from him. "Is there something on my face?" he asked. "No, but you made me realize something."</div><div>she replied. "Really? What is it?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Being in the coldness isn't that bad...cuz I get to appreciate warmth."</div><div><br /></div><div>Matthew looked at her. "I'm not really following you."</div><div><br /></div><div>Ray smiled. " You will...someday."</div><div><br /></div><div>:) THE END.</div><div><br /></div><div>[A/N] This short story is full of underlying meaning... it takes quite a few pondering to really get what some lines reaaally mean. </div>NurFarah Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05229769484272773539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261660364589242248.post-71019440901653097952009-12-02T23:48:00.000-08:002009-12-03T00:58:28.015-08:00Rain<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqH4Px-xZcezsJQwOgVK2myu9vvPkuWDbuyLNEiBaK0Kh9va4fw3YJed0ePxobOyBlJARe4_SfAtaMjYyvFd3uGV6T6QzTTUoE5LiWuj8vaPe88BAQXupV9ep2JzOhRhxb4wRqyho2cxF/s1600-h/rain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410916014125461554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqH4Px-xZcezsJQwOgVK2myu9vvPkuWDbuyLNEiBaK0Kh9va4fw3YJed0ePxobOyBlJARe4_SfAtaMjYyvFd3uGV6T6QzTTUoE5LiWuj8vaPe88BAQXupV9ep2JzOhRhxb4wRqyho2cxF/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And then again, every drop of water falling from the sky hurts him like bullets shot from millions of guns in the sky. He was terribly hurt from her words, words that cut every inch of his heart, words that made him bleed.<br /><br />“You’re awake.”<br /><br />He turned to the familiar voice; and the blur image became clearer and clearer by the second. He could recognize the outline of the person. It’s Amy. Amy sat next to him with a faint smile. “Mom and Dad are on their way.” she spoke.<br /><br />And slowly, he felt pain on his leg and torso. Only then he realized that he’s in the hospital ward, lying on the hospital bed, and worst, in terrible pain.<br /><br />“You are so……what should I say?? Perhaps… stupid?? Idiotic?? Dumb? Why the heck did you ride your motorbike under the heavy rain, with speed of 120 km/h??!! Are you attempting suicide??!! If that car hadn’t stopped, you’d probably be lying inside a coffin right now!!”<br /><br /><em>Good gracious. A babbling Amy. It’s worst than death itself; he frowned.</em><br /><br />“Is that how you treat a patient, Amy?? I feel sorry for John.” Nash muttered with a slight smirk plastered on his face. “Well, he should get used to it if he wants me to be his wife next year.” Amy chuckled.<br /><br />“So….what did I broke?”<br /><br />Amy stayed silent for a while and looked at her brother’s leg. “Well, first of all, your right leg. Then… you got two fractured ribs, some glass shard on your left arm, and the worst so far is… the motorbike. No doctor can save that junk. Broken to pieces. I wondered how you survived that accident.”<br /><br /><em>Blast it. I spent a lot for that thing.</em><br /><br />Nash frowned again and Amy could read what’s in his mind. “Think about that later cuz you gotta get through this alive first.” Amy smirked. “Get through what alive??” He asked, and Amy pointed to the door. Nash turned his head a bit and saw Mom and Dad.<br /><br /><em>Oh no. </em></div><br /><p><em></em></p><br /><p><em>____________________________________________________________</em></p><br /><p><br /><em>The dark clouds appear like thick, black cotton candy, darkening the sky that is thought to stay bright the whole day.<br /><br />“I don’t love you. I never did.”<br /><br />Those words were uttered, followed by a glare full of hatred and anger. He thought he was struck by lightning, all numb and frozen and cold. But he could feel his heart beating painfully beneath his chest.<br /><br />It was worst than any backstabbing he received before. Worst than any heartbreak he had before.<br /><br />He gave her his heart.<br /><br />She turned around and walked away without turning back.<br /><br />Suddenly the scene changed, and he’s riding his motorbike. The heavy rain didn’t stop him. He believed that what happened is just a dream. A nightmare. He needs to wake up. And so he turned and ride his bike on the other lane. The opposite way.<br /></em><br />His eyes snapped open, and he found himself panting and sweating. Was he running ten miles?? He looked around. He’s still in the ward. Alone.<br /><br />“A dream…” he sighed. He could still feel the ache in every breath he takes, but he’d blame it on the fractured ribs.<br /><br />Then he heard a knock on the door and a thin, short haired guy entered. “Hey, man.” he said with a smile. Nash returned the same smile and a painful chuckle. “Your sis told me what happened. Oh, cool man!! Your leg got cemented!! Good thing I brought a Sharpie with me!!” he laughed and took out a pen. “I guess you got no one to beat you in basketball for a while.” Nash spoke. ShaoKee smirked and wrote something on Nash’s cemented leg.<br /><br />Then another voice entered the room. “Nash!!” Izzy showed up with KFC. “Good. Hospital food sucks.” Izzy placed it near him and took out a chicken wing. “When did I say it’s for you??” He showed off in front of him and laughed, earning a smirk from Nash. “Just jokin’, man. I heard your bike exploded.” he said, taking the sharpie from ShaoKee and wrote something on the patient’s leg. “Nah, just got broken. Real bad.” Nash replied.<br /><br />“So…she broke up with ya, huh?” Izzy asked. Nash had the how-did-you-know-that look on his face and Izzy continued, “She told us when all of us found out that you got hit by a Honda Civic. She felt guilty, blamed herself.”<br /><br />“Pshh..” Nash dissed.<br /><br />ShaoKee chuckled. “C’mon, man. Just let her go. She doesn’t worth your blood. You’d better off playin’ basketball and hang out with us. The time will come when you’ll meet someone crazy enuff to love you.”<br /><br />“Yeah. You should just love us for now.” Izzy laughed and got his arm punched by ShaoKee.<br /><br />“Hey guys!! You’re here already?!!” Nad entered, followed by the others; Anna, Catherine, Jane, Izz, Ash, Dina, Hasz, and the rest of his friends.<br /><br />“Shut up guys! Or else the nurse will get pissed and chase us out!” Izzy joked, and things just got…funnily loud.<br /><br />From the bed, Nash looked. Izzy having a catfight with Nad and Anna, ShaoKee finishing the KFC chickens and earning some scolding from Jane and Izz, and laughter echoes in the room. Slowly a smile crept on his face.<br /><br />She hurt him indeed, but nothing can hurt him more than losing his friends. The rain will stop falling eventually, and let the sun shines again.</p>NurFarah Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05229769484272773539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261660364589242248.post-16005073616114366192009-11-23T05:11:00.000-08:002009-11-23T05:24:16.393-08:00Wheelchair<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMbCe7b1hOyan6OwmkAM_28U2Eb3-A9PHofELWX3Ntn4d9Ax5rtYxmEPyKCpeRxjYAJbIN8HPu9UvwxsqgZlkL02cfPsjt7gSPzaRzf94mv1wn78jarNMhaKjzerX2QUWEVFcwoL8ntW7/s1600/wheelchair-1.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407287226196233010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMbCe7b1hOyan6OwmkAM_28U2Eb3-A9PHofELWX3Ntn4d9Ax5rtYxmEPyKCpeRxjYAJbIN8HPu9UvwxsqgZlkL02cfPsjt7gSPzaRzf94mv1wn78jarNMhaKjzerX2QUWEVFcwoL8ntW7/s400/wheelchair-1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">She looked at her legs, looking down as low as she could. No. Nothing could hurt her more than that. Slowly tears start to roll down her cheeks as she blamed everything on her legs. No, compared to this, the pain of the accident was nothing. The pain of the surgery too, was nothing next to this.<br /><br /><em>“I love someone else.”</em><br /><br />He said, eyes full of hatred.<br /><br />“Aaargh!!!”<br /><br />Screams. Loud screams swallowed by the sound of the waves, yet it did not do her any good. She hit, she punched her own legs, for their inability to walk, blamed them for being a part of her, hating them for being her imperfection. Again and again with her fists, she punched them. But she could feel nothing.<br /><br />“Kay!! Kay!! Stop it! Stop!!!”<br /><br />A pair of hands stopped her, making her cry louder, “No, Sam!! Let me go!!! I hate them!! I hate them!! I hate these damned legs!!”<br /><br />Samantha immediately understood, and hugged Casey from behind, immobilizing her. Tears formed in her eyes for she understood what made Casey hate those legs. “LET ME GO, SAM!!!!” Casey yelled, letting out her voice, fighting against the sound of the crushing waves.<br /><br />“Kay.. Kay…Stop it, Kay… Just… stop it….” Samantha begged, tightening her embrace. She could feel the pain too, and she knew it hurts her friend a lot.<br /><br /><em>“Sam…. It is so painful, I wish I can just die….”</em> She whispered between sobs.<br /><br />“No, Kay. Don’t. Don’t you ever think about leaving this world!! You haven’t seen much of it yet!! Don’t you dare think of leaving this world, don’t you ever think of leaving everyone behind!!!”<br /><br />“What’s the use….I can’t even walk… People see me as imperfection, Sam… All because of these stupid legs… They see me as one with this cold, metal wheelchair… and nothing more…”<br /><br />Samantha loosened her embrace, and turned the wheelchair around so that she could face Casey. “Kay,” she called, but the girl looked away with her red, swollen eyes. Samantha observed her friend’s face, and noticed the dry, chapped lips. “Why did you skip your meals…? Your dad told me… you screamed every night as if you’re being tortured. Kay, stop this…” Samantha tried to sooth Casey’s aching heart.<br /><br />“I know you’re hurt, Kay. We both know what happened. We both know what he said… But it is not your fault. It is never your fault…Kay, you may not believe me for now, but time will heal you. Time will heal us..”<br /><br />Casey looked at her friend, staring deep into her dark orbs. Yes, Samantha had gone through something painful too.<br /><br />“You have me. You have us. You have others. Kay, your broken heart will definitely be mended..”<br /><br />Samantha turned the wheelchair, wanting Casey to face the sea. The red sky now reveals some of the glowing stars, and the light is so bright it hurts their eyes. Casey squinted her eyes due to the blinding light, but then heard Samantha said, “Open your eyes and see.”<br /><br />She fought the light and opened her eyes as wide as she could.<br /><br />It was stunning., the view of the sunset. The rough wind caressed her hair, and she felt Samantha’s palm on her shoulder. “The sun is setting. But it will rise again another day. It only gives way for the moon. It does not disappear. And even in its absence, in the dark we can see the moon and its beautiful light. We can be entertained by the glittering stars. Kay, there’s always more to life than you think.”<br /><br />Closing her eyes, Casey thought deep. The ache, the pain was still there, urging to pull out her tears. But she held back. She’s still hurt, but she knew it will leave.<br /><br />Yes, there’s always more to life than she thinks. And she’ll discover more with the first step----loving herself, her imperfection.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">[A/N] This story is inspired by a dream--- a nightmare I had last night. Probably a good one to start off the blog! There will be more stories to come, regardless of who reads (or doesn't read) this blog! ^___^</span></strong></div>NurFarah Ainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05229769484272773539noreply@blogger.com0