LEON
THE instant when Sheldon answered his phone, I said, “It’s me.”
“Hi. What’s up with the abrupt call, Leon?” my boyfriend asked from the other line.
“I’m going to have my phone checked today, Sheldon. I’m telling you now in case you can’t reach me later,” I said to him.
“Oh, right. Did it malfunction in some way?” he asked.
“Not really. I’m not yet aware of what’s wrong. I’ll call you back when it’s done,” I said, and overheard him sigh. It was subtle but loud enough for me to hear.
“Leon, do you have a moment to chat briefly?” he begged, which surprised me.
“Go on,” I concurred and perched on the edge of my bed, noting that I wasn’t in a rush anyway.
“Well… I get that you are busy and you’re almost done shooting your movie, but can I ask why you didn’t answer my calls the other day?” he calmly asked.
“Huh?” I was dumbfounded and confused. “You called? What time?” I asked him back.
“Around eight in the evening, maybe? I called many times, but you didn’t pick up at all. Did you put it on silent? You didn’t bother asking me the next day why I called, too. So… I got worried,” he explained. It shocked me.
“Hang on, Sheldon. I’m going to put you on hold for a while and have a quick look in my call history. Okay?” I said. He agreed then I immediately rummaged through my phone.
I gasped when I found no records of Sheldon calling me at the time he told me that he did. I had no memory of deleting my call histories so it should register here.
I put Sheldon back on the line again, and tried my very best not to panic. “Sheldon? Are you still there?”
“Yeah,” he softly responded.
“Um… I can’t find any missed call history. I must have deleted them by accident. Sorry for worrying you,” I lied to him, but my mouth trembled as I told him those lies. If possible, I didn’t want to worry him more than he already was.
“Is that so?” he sounded unsatisfied. “Alright. If anything is bothering you, don’t hesitate to tell me, Leon. I love you very much,” Sheldon comforted, and made me feel guilty for lying to him. He then ended our call.
“I am the worst boyfriend,” I insulted myself. Soon after that, I left.
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I DIDN’T expect the city to be this busy. Everywhere I went, I saw posters of our upcoming movie. It made me sick, to be honest. Director Kim told me that this movie would be my big break if we hit the highest views when the premiere started.
Natasha, as an actress and co-worker, was indeed an excellent woman. She did her role well as Helena. She played the victim role so perfectly that it would certainly blow the minds of the viewers in the future. This film would be a success without a doubt. But I also expected that I might drag it down. Given the unusual circumstances that have been happening to me, and my overall mental state, I knew to myself that I was being held back at acting. I wish Director Kim would notice before I ruin the ending of the movie.
Setting it aside, I made sure not to stand out in public. To hide my identity, I wore a black face mask, tinted sunglasses, and cap to cover most of my face. I didn’t prep my hair too, and let down my natural wavy locks. I wore a plain white t-shirt, and wore a plain black jacket with a hoodie over it. I wore faded blue jeans, and a pair of khaki colored slip-on shoes.
[I wonder if I look suspicious,] I thought, and turned my head from left to right.
I searched for a cellphone repair shop on my way. As much as possible, I would like to choose the one with less people, to minimize the chance of them recognizing me.
I put my phone on silent again, to avoid distractions while I was out. After strolling for about fifteen minutes straight, I was able to find the right shop. I entered right away and wasted no time. I wanted to get this done, and hoped that it was all just a system error in my device that caused all that unintentional unanswered messages and missing call histories.
“Good morning,” a lady worker greeted me when I opened the door to their shop. “Can I help you, Sir?” she politely asked.
I grabbed my sling bag and took out my phone, and showed it to her. “It’s my phone. Even though I’m not using it, my chat conversations open by themselves. My friends complained that I keep seeing their messages, but never reply in return. My call histories are also disappearing without me deleting them,” I explained, and handed her my phone.
The lady accepted it and asked me, “The storage is not yet full, or is it?”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t really use it that much,” I told her.
“You didn’t drop it or maybe accidentally submerged it into a container full of water, Sir?” she inquired. All I did was shake my head sideways. “Okay. Sir, I need you to remove the lock of your phone while I test it and find out what’s wrong. But if you are worried about your privacy, you can watch me while I do it. I’ll just hand you the phone if it needs to be unlocked,” she informed.
“Will it take you too long to fix it?” I asked.
She then mentally calculated the estimated time before saying, “About 5 to 10 minutes, Sir. But if I find an error in the system, it may take days. Is that alright with you?” she said.
[What choice do I have? I just want this misunderstanding to end. I don’t want to acknowledge that I’m going insane because of something so trivial,] I thought.
“It’s fine. You can start now,” I permitted her, and the lady went ahead.
I kept checking on my wristwatch the whole time. As each minute passed by, my anxiety grew stronger. I just wanted to reassure myself, and avoid tainting my relationship with the people around me. I didn’t want them to think that maybe I hated them, and used my phone as an excuse to cut them off.
LEON “SIR, it’s done,” I felt relieved when she talked again. She handed the phone to me before giving me the results. “Nothing’s wrong with your phone, Sir. Everything is working well. There were no bugs in the system. It’s also safe from any malwares,” she declared. It disheartened me. That wasn’t the answer I was hoping to hear. I expected her to say that my phone had an issue or something. [What do I do now?] I helplessly thought. In the end, I paid the lady for her service and left the shop with a heavy heart. ━━━━━━ ◦ ◦ ━━━━━━ [IT IS over. I’m going crazy,] I thought to myself as I walked in the corners of the street with an absent mind. I staggered, and didn’t care about the judging eyes of the people that passed by me. “Psst! Hey, you!” I stopped in my tracks when I heard a voice coming from a guy, but I had no idea where he was. “Over here! Look to your right,” the guy instructed me, and I followed what he said. I weakly turned my head towards his direction, and befor
LEON “I’M sorry,” I apologized. “Nah, I get it a lot. I even dress like this to look like the real deal, but my appearance probably spoils the whole vibe,” he said. “I didn’t ask for this gift. I saw how my parents died because of this ability, and it made me regret everything. I was on the verge of giving up, you know? But, I saw you!” He pointed a finger at me. “You knew that I experienced weird nightmares and heard voices. How can you tell? You haven’t touched my hand yet,” I asked. The guy sitting across from me went silent for a while. He just stared, and stared. Then, he spoke softly, “My name is Roark. I’m a psychic,” he revealed. “This,” he pointed his thumb at his cloak. “And this,” next, he pointed a finger at the table. “All of these…” he traveled his eyes around the whole place, and continued, “...are just for show. But, I am not lying about being a psychic!” “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, confused and conflicted at the same time. Roark cleared his throat bef
LEON I BARELY noticed that Roark was holding my hand again, but this time, he was unfazed. “You’re an empty vessel, Leon. I can sense no life from you,” he announced. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked in confusion. “This thing that is following you… I think it wants you,” he speculated. His grip on my hand tightened a little bit, worry was present in his eyes. “Everything that has been happening to you lately…” he paused for a while, slightly turned his head to my left and stared at something that I couldn’t see. “This thing is trying to keep you away from the people you know to this day. I can’t fully understand its purpose, but it also means no harm against anyone,” he revealed. “Roark, the voice in my dreams said something like… something like… They are going to kill me!” I panicked. “No, Leon,” Roark disagreed. “It’s a warning from someone who must be very close to you,” he clarified. “Someone close? If you’re referring to my family then I no longer have that!” I
LEON “WHAT’S the meaning of this, Helen?” I asked my wife. I just got back from a long day of work. When I came home earlier than expected, I caught Helen lying butt naked next to a guy in our very own bed. Helen was horrified to see me. “Angelo, please let me explain!” she pleaded, and got up while covering her naked body with our blanket. “What’s there to explain?” I scoffed and forced a smile. Helen tried to grab my arm, but I distanced myself in repulsion. She got hurt by that but still, she tried to lie her way out to this. “Angelo, I can explain everything so please, don’t leave me,” she begged, and shed crocodile tears. The guy reacted, and laughed sarcastically. “Are you going to tell your husband how much you enjoyed my rod, dear Helen? C’mon, you can do better than that, baby. Tell him how many times you complained about his lousy sex techniques and how bad he is in bed, honey!” “Shut your trap, you big oaf! This is my house!” I shouted at him. He ignored my outburst, a
LEON I RAN to a nearby dark alley and there, I staggered and panted. [I can’t breathe!] I exclaimed in my mind. My vision started to get blurry, and I could feel my head spinning. It was way too early to doubt my boyfriend. We haven’t talked much lately because I became busier at work, so he must have changed his job and didn’t have the chance to tell me. “That must be it,” I convinced myself while trying to catch my breath. “Sheldon was always the one who considered my situation and went along with my one-sided requests. And not once did I ask if he was really fine with all of it.” Realizing all of these now scared me. What would I do if Sheldon grew tired of me? After that brief overthinking, I decided to go to his place so I could talk to the person himself. We’ve been lovers for more than six years! How come only now I would realize that I knew so little about Sheldon?! ━━━━━━ ◦ ◦ ━━━━━━ I ARRIVED at his place faster than I expected. Was it because of the adrenaline rush th
LEON “AWW~” I heard my mother say. Then, she patted my head. “I have faith in you, (.....). I know you’ll do just fine without me,” she said. “That’s not true! I’m only ten!” I reasoned out. “For now,” she uttered. “Okay. (.....), whenever you feel lonely, just look at the moon,” she advised. “The moon?” I frowned. “Why the moon, Mom?” I asked. “I don’t know,” she half joked, and chuckled when I pouted at her. “I mean, just look at it,” she encouraged, and pointed a finger at the moon. I stayed longer that day so it was already night time. “The moon is so beautiful, don’t you think?” I stared at it for a while. Back then, I never understood what my Mom tried to imply. Who would’ve thought that it was her way of saying that she loved me all her life? “What’s so special about the moon, Mom?” I retorted, a little disinterested about it. “You know… I was told that I can never get pregnant. That was also the reason why your father left me because I couldn’t give him a child,” she re
LEON I BARELY made it on time. I parked my motorcycle a little farther from the studio so they wouldn’t notice that I was here. I hid myself in a dark corner and decided to message Derrick before I proceeded. Leon: Where are you? Derrick: Doesn’t matter. Where are you right now? Leon: Still in front of the studio, but I hid in a dark corner. Where the hell are you?! Derrick: Don’t mind me. Go at the back, but don’t get yourself caught. Leon: Caught? By who? Derrick: Can’t explain. Just do it. -seen- I clicked my tongue in annoyance. I had no idea why Derrick was acting weird. He was adamant about it. I was about to leave my spot when he sent me one last message saying: Derrick: Please be safe -seen- I attempted to reply as it bothered me. What was going on, really?! I made sure that my phone was put on silent before I walked my way to the other side of the building. I felt uneasy, but I still had to do it. ━━━━━━ ◦ ◦ ━━━━━━ IT WAS quiet, so I began to think that
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