I got up from my seat planning to go to my first class before the bell starts ringing. I don't want Adam around me that's why I left my spot on campus."Hey! Asmara wait up!" A high-pitched sound that badly irritates my three functioning brain cells. I stopped in my tracks but I didn't bother myself to turn around and check who the hell is it. From her voice and a faint smell of her mixed chocolate and mint scent. I already know the person."I was calling your name not just thrice but many times!" she exasperatedly slouched her back while leaning toward my bag, which was kind of uncomfortable I could tell her to get off because I'm starting to like the smell of her perfume or continue walking and engage a small conversation since I don't want to be rude. Time is ticking and we'll be late for our first class so, I'll choose the latter."Uh yeah. Hey! We're late for the first subject." I looked at her and smiled and she blushed. I cringe at that idea but I just shrugged it off."O-okay
I owned a personal corner where my comfort zone is, and it is under my bed. Weird but I like hiding underneath ever since I was little, I have been doing this and I can’t seem to get rid of it. If someone will see me right now, will probably think I have to go to a mental institution, except for my brother. He may not be the best and often missing in action at least to act as my guardian, I know he truly cares about me and can pick up on my idiosyncrasies of all the people, not even my parents when they are still here. It has been a decade since I realized that this cold surface of the world will anchor me, that I have to walk my ass alone without any blanket of comfort from anyone nor a torch to lead the way. My parents were both serving in the military they even got engaged during their working hours. How stupid was that? Instead of securing their lives to be safe my dad got to his knees and proposed, telling my mom that if it was their last at least they will see each other in the
I said I am not godly, but one thing I knew then is that a different form of love with someone is way better than not loving someone at all because you are afraid of how the world will tell you. Honesty to yourself and honesty to your God is what I think matters most. Please stop using love to delude people, stop caging this word for only too few. Love is universal everyone is not an exception to claim this fragile yet powerful gift from God. And with that, I sat on my chair absentmindedly, because the piece I read for the class recital made a mark on my heart. The title was very captivating Love is not Caged. The author is not from Shakespeare's timeline but it was written beautifully. The style was abstract not minding if the words will jive with one another as long as they pursued the main context and that’s what I want to commend about the author. Love has been the debatable thing that most people wanted to win their argument. I pondered what is love for me then? “That was amazin
The street is busy as always, people are everywhere, the noise pollution is something that is still not accepted in my system. For someone like me I mean, good thing that she likes silence as well. I stare at her face she seemed lost in her thoughts again her grasp on the steering wheel is tight that I can see the veins in her knuckles, her perfectly trimmed eyebrows are still frowning. Adam and Mira saw us in the parking lot after we got everything that I need to have a faster recovery the infirmary Doctor had told me I needed a dose of Iron supplement and rest because my blood test is not that good. I got scared at first because I remember the repetitive sickness when I was younger. I got terrified by the news but all my worries disappeared like bubbles when she caressed my back and assured me I’ll be fine. I want to savor her warmth until the famous cousins barged in. Adam insisted to take me home but good thing Mira disagreed because she has an appointment and she got no driver t
Katherine's POV Here comes another day, and to look forward to doing my job of moving people and making a difference. Since that day I lost the only person that keeps me alive, I turned my back on everything. I left our town to start a new one. Good thing that Jeff is very understanding, unlike my manipulative father who does not care about how I feel. Jeff had been a good husband to me even though we are just a product of a forced marriage to secure our family's wealth he never inflicted any pain on me, we even tried working our married life for years and unexpectedly our son came into our lives. I thought that was the sign that I have been asking for from the universe. But a year after he was born he died that was the most painful thing in my life our marriage came to an end. I was the one who was blamed by my family though, I’m really blaming myself too, up until now. That happened two years ago but the pain from the past feels like yesterday and forever. Forever grieving and the
Amir had gone early for work so I was left alone internalizing the silence of our home. A thought popped up in my head the hot chic whose eyes intimidate me and her sultry voice that brings shivers on my spine and creeps into my stomach lurching out of the unknown and whenever our skin touches, a bolt of electric currents travels in every depth of my being. I never thought that I could be feeling this way. It’s been 2 weeks since she filed a leave and it has been 3 days since we stopped communicating with each other. I would not deny the sense of connectivity that I built with her. She is older than I am and I only know a few things about her but still, I have this feeling of attachment and inexplicably raging emotions when she is near. I’m going crazy! I screamed with frustration, stridden to open the door as the doorbell rang. I hurriedly went to open it and a delivery man was standing on our porch.“Good morning! Delivery for Miss Jones." a delivery man beamed happily as he is h
The success of my twin is also my success. The art exhibit was beyond what I have imagined Amir received invitations from renowned artists overseas and what excites him more are the travels they offered. His inspirations are the cultures of native people from places all over the world, he incorporated photography and painting into one scheme, and that captured other artists' interests. A part of me is somewhat dejected with him leaving me in this house right in the middle town of California but I love him too much so I should support him as his only family. I should be the one to understand how his dreams are more important than anything in this world and I know he will do the same thing for me. I facepalmed because there's a lot on my plate for completion this week. I don't want any interaction right now because I'm scared to just blow up and that would be heck awful on my part. “What a beautiful day to see you here Asmara.” I rolled my eyes cause' I know whose voice was it. “O
I painstakingly suppressing not to burst out my stupid emotions during my morning classes. It was a good thing that Mira was not around cause' that woman has grown fond of me. I cannot tell her that her cousin is bugging and I want them both to leave me alone. And of course, I can't discuss the thing that's going on between me and Mrs. Faustini. She'll surely freak out. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Amir called me outside my door. “Asmara someone is here to see you.” I hear the footsteps barging into my room without even knocking. “How many times will I tell you to not go inside my room uninvited.” I was covering my face with my pillow the whole time. “Well, I know you would not be inviting me inside.” I stop from whatever profanities you that I was about to yell when I realized it was not my brother whom I am sharing the same room air with me right now. “What are doing here? You’re just wasting your time! Go away.” I will not listen to her bullshits anymore. “Please talk