One white room.
Two tidy windows.
Three medicines on the side table.
Four hours of just staring at the ceiling.
My head aches as I'm forcing my brain to serve me right about the scene that happened earlier. It was spinning, a pattern of circles were dancing just to where I dart my look.
Just before everything went black, I saw Brylle running towards me, then cut.
I unawarely uttered that loud. I scratched my head slightly, feeling the tension working on inside my head. I wish I really had a superpowers to see things that already took place even without my presence in the scene. In that manner, I might have written historical fictions better, and my brain wouldn't be this exhausted.
Tsk Vien, you’re such a weakling! How could you let a simple baseball ball kissing your head made you pass out?! And why would a ball flight off inside a mall at the first place?
Five footsteps on the corridor.
*click* my eyes widened at the appearance of that gloomy shadow as the door opened.
“H-hi” I wasn’t sure whether that’s the right word to say to start off a conversation at the moment. But, I still give a friendly smile.
“Brylle remembered about you” she uttered in a straight forward and serious sorrowful tone. Her gaze were intensely locked on me.
I trailed my stare from her unstable eyes to her stiff toe. I can see that her knees are trembling no matter how hard she tried to stop it. Her left hand was tightly clenched on the grip of her bag.
I filled my lungs with cold air preparing myself for whatever she's about to say.
“I think he can already recall his past with YOU” she uttered without cutting her stern look at me. She lifted her right brow, showing her bitchy complexion.
Every broken piece of me started to mend on the cracks. The blanket of tears that cover me was slowly rolling out of the play. Unsung melodies started to uproar.
But as I did, the table turned for Jasmine in a haste. I can't take to see my best friend in that manner. My best friend? Or once my best friend?
Heavy breaths. Sigh. Tick of the clock. Then.....
Jasmine threw the medicine bottle from the table to that once tidy window. Messy glass pieces were scattered everywhere! She's insane!
“That can't happen! That must not happen” she yelled, suddenly, tears started to dampen her bluish eyes.
I turned my stare at her but she glared back as if I took everything away from her.
Is it I that took something or just her?
Scared to death the moment she grabbed her bag and took out her scissors. She smiled in her crazy and silly face.
Seven heavy heart beats knocked on my chest.
That scream resounded inside the room.
That was loud but not enough to over power the voice of Brylle that keeps ringing on my head *where's Ara?* Noooooo! I clenched my teeth and hanged in there.
I’m barred my hand, familiarizing myself with the possible spot to where I might stab her. Victory laughter was tagged along with me, it kept playing a merciless melody inside. I fixed my grip on Vien’s shoulder. I don't want to let that go, I will even grip tighter if I could!
“Stop!” someone said in a hard husky voice, I know that voice. I can’t make a mistake when it comes to him.
A powerful hand opposed my force from dabbing that mighty scissors to my greatest enemy- Arianne Vien!
“Jasmine stop, I think that's too much.”
He's not releasing my hand. It hurts but he seem to have no care about it at all. Crap! Tears want to roll down my cheeks badly.
I slowly turned to face him, I managed to plaster a calm aura.
“Hi, l-love. What are you doing here?” I tried to mask the pain with a lonely grimace.
“What are you doing here?” he continued whilst his brows are curled. I noticed that my boyfriend’s face hardened, I abruptly came back to my senses and secured my attention to him, he’s grunting and his eyes are fixed on me.
“I just came to visit your favorite author. V-Vien” I lied.
His intense gaze didn’t waver, I know I’m looking at a different Brylle right now, “Visit with scissors on your hand acting to stab her? What? You're playing a role play themed act-like-killing-me? Is it Jasmine?”
I tried to pick the nearest escape word but nothing flashed: mental blocked, that summarizes it. Then a meek figure started to move beside me. She's shaking.
That was close to whisper yet so clear to rack my emotion. *You can't have Brylle back Ara* Ara? That's a nickname for Vien that was only used by Brylle: only him.
Brylle unconsciously freed my arm.
The next thing that happened turned every butterfly living on my stomach into dust.
“I can't leave you. This time, I'll stay.”
Brylle seemed to fire me on 'head shot'
It hurts…..so much. It felt like an alcohol was directly poured on my fresh inflicted wound. The man who gave me unfathomable happiness was the same man that showed a pin to pop up the bubble of sadness in me.
The parallel amazement in the aesthetic eyes of Brylle was reflected to Vien’s. I had a sudden surge of emotion towards them. I feel exactly the opposite.
And every electronized feelings started to shrink me. I just wish that it will be in a haste. I love Brylle so much, I cant let him go, I can’t, I’ve gone so much with him, I already drew out my best cards to keep him on my love. I already gave out and gave up so much, I cant quit now. Yet, I even wish that it was all a dream. PLEASE!
Vien’s POVThe cloud is bursting out in tears again drenching every visible things in the field. I can sense the coldness by the shivering sound coming from the street dog that just passed by. I roamed my gaze in the park, children are in a haste to find shelter, a mother bird is singing a panicking song flying to and fro obviously looking for its little one. I let out a deep sigh, I’m leaning on a bench right now, I closed my eyes tightly, praying that someone will come and see me, join me watching the rain like before. Patiently waiting for someone to stare lovingly at me again.Patiently.I want to see a familiar silhouette in the rain so badly. Memories played at the back of my mind, tears started to stream on my rosy cheeks as I’m wishing that I can turn back the time.
I opened my eyes, unstable as I took in an unfamiliar view. Wandering my vision and thought. Curtains are half closed. A single chair facing the table. Neatly painted peach walls.The sun raised in majesty bringing in the surrounding's real color, it dyed the clouds a bright orange. Trees are quiet from rustling winds. The light penetrating from the dusty window kissed my pale skin. I woke up barely breathing in heavy air."Brylle!" I cried, I suddenly sat up on my bed. Wait it's not my bed.Where am I?Have I been here before?Is he here?Dazed and cold, I strode my fingers on the soft edges of the silk covering. I heard a loud resou
"Life is not a fairytale, if you lose your shoe at midnight, you're drunk!" A pack of students cracked out in laughter after that statement. They were chatting merrily when I threw a gaze on them, but they suddenly stopped the moment that they noticed me.Weird.It's almost 11:00 am when I reached the school. Stares were everywhere as I walked on the corridor along the rooms of first year students. I reopened Alyana's phone to check here schedule today and perhaps, slid away with everyone's eyes. Crap! How can I survive this day? I don't really plan to attend school. Like hello! I'm already 26, unfortunately I'm stuck in a 21 years old body *urgh* I already threw the idea of schooling away! Long long time ago.FlashbackNervousness and uncertainty wrapped around my whole body, but a familiar scent took me back to reality. I breathed in a familiar scent of fried egg, cooking spices and herbs. My door was gently opened by a little gir
My seat was positioned on the second row of third column. Leisurely drumming my fingers in the chair desk with a pad of paper whilst my feet stretched, just heels touching the floor. The room was filled with thick cold air hissed out by the aircon that took a neat spot on the ceiling.I threw a glance at the man behind me, he's the same man that sweetly wrapped his arm around my neck just a moment ago. He's wearing a mischievous smirk after pulling his head back to seal a good sitting posture, his remarkable bluish eyes were fixated to the new student. My eyes traced down to his lips, that's the very lips that breathed out a whisper to my ear. It's sexy huh?I shook my head a little to slash out the idea as I returned my attention to the dreamy eyed guy who's currently introducing himself."Uhm....I hope to have a good time with y
I'm happily looking at the demon's bridge, mesmerized how it creates a perfect circle with its reflection, I took out my camera to take another shot. As the flash made another click. I felt someone's presence."You also find it beautiful, do you?" a stranger said, giving me a tamed look."Yeah" I replied shortly, turning my gaze back to the fantastic view. I did not expect to have company at the moment. But it felt just fine to have someone to talk to.Amazed by the perfect engineering of the bridge, human touch can't be traced from the sharp design, it appears to be naturally formed. The builder of that bridge might have spent a lot of time planning and finally launching the work. Ticks of the clock.I opened my eyes only to find out that I'm at the hospital.I can even smell the fumes coming out from the only God knows what kind of machine beside me."Alyana? Hey, you are awake, yey!" it was the small voice of Rave. She was about to leave, probably to call a nurse or to inform dad, but I grabbed her arm, "W-why, Alyana?" her voice was shaky, thinking that I gripped a little hard, I relaxed my hand."You don't have to be afraid, sweet heart. I just want to ask...w-what happened? Why am I here?""Last night, when you are heading to your room, you are looking too seriously at something in your palm. Then after that, you wailed 'aaaahhh' and then you suddenly fainted" her eyes glimmered in tears, "And oh.
Between Then and Now Chapter 8 | The Church
Ticks of the clock.I opened my eyes only to find out that I'm at the hospital.I can even smell the fumes coming out from the only God knows what kind of machine beside me."Alyana? Hey, you are awake, yey!" it was the small voice of Rave. She was about to leave, probably to call a nurse or to inform dad, but I grabbed her arm, "W-why, Alyana?" her voice was shaky, thinking that I gripped a little hard, I relaxed my hand."You don't have to be afraid, sweet heart. I just want to ask...w-what happened? Why am I here?""Last night, when you are heading to your room, you are looking too seriously at something in your palm. Then after that, you wailed 'aaaahhh' and then you suddenly fainted" her eyes glimmered in tears, "And oh.
Life holds a lot of mystery. Truths that one can know only by revelation, but still cannot fully understand. The puzzle of how we are created, how plants and animals work magnificently in nature, and the list goes on, which science, from decades and centuries ago tries to explain. But still, everything points out to a powerful being called God in every end and conclusion.In my case, traveling to another body of a different time was a big box of mystery.To decades ago, I wanted to be the most popular writer even after ages will wilt off. Researching too much and filling my brain with facts and ideas, I didn't even enjoyed my school life, because every now and then, acceleration program will always be on my side. I never thought that environment, almost everything, would change highly in just the interval of twenty years. I saw random names of writers and scientis
Time can really be playful sometimes. It can be an enemy or a friend, well, it depends.The clouds in the sky was clustered like grasses and stones.The weather hailed a mellow ambient.I glanced at the device infront of me: 3:00 PM. I sighed and laid my head on the head rest of the car. I ran my hand over my jaw and tried to steady my thoughts. I wanna focus at the moment. I can't take out the possibility that Brylle might be here, on the current generation, but I can't neglect the probability that he might not.Hero subtly looked at me."Do you have any problem?" He managed to say that while controlling the car to take a sharp turn on the right."I just want to ask, why aren't yo