Chapter One
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Rain was pouring. The sky is getting more cloudy and dark. Many people are hurrying and running because they fear the rain. I am one of them. I need to hurry before I get soaked in the rain.
I clutched my bag tightly and ran with the people. The bus was getting closer. I did not mind my shoes getting muddy as long as I could catch the bus. I can't wait any longer. I have been waiting there for almost two hours, and I can't manage to wait any longer!
Unfortunately, before I could enter the bus, a young man pushed me hard, which made me stumble so much that I tasted the mud. My white uniform is completely dirty with mud, and my bag is now wet.
“Argh! I f*****g hate this day!”
I screamed out with my lungs. My hatred was further ignited when I heard the sound of a chuckle.
I looked at the owner of that freaking chuckle. But damn, his eyes made me mesmerized.
His eyes held warmth and coldness. His teasing eyes sparked great curiosity in me. It tells a name without him telling it. It spoke a tale without him uttering it. His eyes speak to my soul, and I'm completely bewitched by their spells.
I forgot my hatred. I forgot the date today. I forgot all. I forgot that I'm completely soaked, and I need to go home. The voices of people and the sound of transportation were muted. All I can hear is my racing heart and the pouring rain. I'm in a dream, I thought.
As I stared straight at his eyes in trance, he boarded the bus along with my heart, which made the magic go weary and slap me into reality.
“Wait! Stop!”
I ran faster to catch the bus or make it stop, but it didn't hear me. What a shame! Why did I let that guy do that? He pushed me! I hadn't even boarded the bus. What a foolish being I am to admire that guy—the same guy who pushed me. I badly want to go home.
It's my birthday, but many unfortunate events have happened. I hate it. I was looking forward to this day because I was curious about my parent’s surprise for me. But this happened!
Just like I predicted, the next bus was late for another hour. My legs are aching because I stood up for an hour.
This time, I was more determined. I get to the bus, and finally I manage to sit down. I forgot about my unfortunate events earlier so I and my parents could enjoy my birthday.
Last year, my parents gave me a necklace, which I always wore. On the necklace are my initials, M and A, which stand for Madeleine Albright. When I feel stressed or nervous, my necklace will always comfort me. I feel that my parents are always with me when I wear this necklace. I'm really happy for this gift. I am not a materialistic person, but I'm sentimental. I love different kinds of gifts, but I don't throw tantrums if they don't give them to me. I am content as long as I have them. I am beyond grateful for their love, and I don't wish for more.
The bus was slower than usual, which made me impatient. What if my parents are waiting for me? I don't want to make them wait.
When the bus was already at my destination, I excitedly exited, which made me almost stumble. I just laughed and went directly inside our house.
With a wide smile and twinkling eyes, I enter the house only to see shards of broken glass and a vase in the living room. The house was a mess. I thought that someone had sneaked in to steal, but when I heard the two voices coming from my parents, a tear escaped from my eyes.
I run and let my feet wander in the middle of the night. I didn't mind the rain or the thunder. I only feel the pieces inside of me, creating a void and dragging me to the depths of the unknown.
The darkness that I used to fear when I was alone is now my companion today. It made me grateful for its presence, and I welcome it with open arms. The sound of the rain along with the thunder was sympathetic. The thunder's rage made my anger known, and the rain soothed my pain. I didn't mind what I was up to. As long as I can escape this messed-up life of mine, I will be willing to be lost and not be found.
My feet landed in the abandoned park. The perfect place for my weary heart—no one will hear me shout here or see me crying. I don't care if there is a ghost. I will be happy for their company; they can invite me even with them in their graveyard.
I sat on the swing, staring at nowhere. Tears flooded my eyes unstoppable. I am surprised that I can still cry despite the bucket of tears I shed earlier. If only my parents' love were just like the stockroom of my tears, maybe I would not witness the scenario I saw earlier. Completely tragic. Painfully written. I wonder if fate is the reason why our lives take sudden twists and turns like this. I am confused about who I should blame: destiny or fate?
“A penny for your thoughts?"
In the middle of nowhere, I heard the voice of someone. I ignored it. I am too tired to give a damn. I don't care if he could see me crying; I don't care if I look like a crazy b***h in an abandoned park. I don't even care if he thinks I'm a ghost.
He takes my silence as a sign that I don't need some noise to distract me from my thoughts. He did not ask me again. Until I feel him pushing the swing. The combination of the rain and the coldness of the night as they touched my skin gave me a serene feeling. It was comforting, along with the stranger's presence. I'm glad that he understood me. I'm very glad that he's here and that I'm not alone.
He broke the silence with his sudden question.
“Do you want to hear a tale? ”
“What kind of tale?”
I was getting curious.
“You don't answer a question with another question. It's not how it's supposed to be. Answer first the question, and you can ask your question when you've already answered.”
I don't know what power he had, but I was lost in his words. They may be empty in someone's ears, but for me, they held a deep ocean of meanings that are waiting to be unraveled.
“I will ask again. Do you want to hear a tale? ”
"Sure," was the only word I managed to say.
“In a faraway land in a kingdom of Weatheria live a king and a queen with their princess. The princess was breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair was like the waves in the ocean, her face was like the calmness of the sea, and her voice... It's like a lullaby, soothing, calming, and majestic. The royal family was happy. Each passing moment with each other made their bonds stronger. Their kingdom was prosperous and full of joy. The melodic laugh of the princess was a hymn to all. ”
I smiled imagining that I was the princess. It would be great. We will live happily in the kingdom. My parents will not fight. I will be their happiness.
“What happened next? ”
I asked, urging him more to continue his tale. And to my dismay he didn't continue. I turnaround to ask the stranger to continue his tale. But alas! His eyes held more story which piqued my attention. I was lost again staring at his orbs. How enthralling! How majestic!
“It's beautiful,” I murmured. I was enchanted that I didn't know what I'm saying. I am bewitched by his eyes beauty that I can't stop looking at them.
To my dismay, he avoided my eyes. He cleared his throat, and he didn't again stare at me.
“The rain is subsiding. I will tell my tale next time when it's raining.”
I furrowed my brows and curiosity knocked to my door.
“Why? I don't get it. ”
He brushed his hair with his hands, and he look at me. I am again captured by his eye’s eminent beauty.
“The magic of that tale will not take effect if it's not raining.”
“What nonsense are you spitting? It's sounds so ridiculous.”
He just smiles and I just find myself looking forward in each rainy seasons.
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