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Meet me Halfway Allen
I woke up with a start. Kyle wasn't able to come last night, and I dreamed about him dying, which made me shiver despite the heat. I threw the covers off of me and found the house eerily silent. I raked the whole bed for my phone and found it lying under my pillow. The time read 9:02 am, and there was no single call or text. I sighed and again shivered at the haunting silence. Usually, by this time, Aunt Hilda would be singing downstairs, in the shower, or somewhere else. The house wasn't soundproof, and my Aunt's singing voice was shrill and off-key. I'm afraid that even the mouse hiding in her ceiling could hear it. So waking up in a silent house was saying something. I knew for a fact that Allen would either be in bed or had not come home yet from last night's partying at the club. He went out with his friends, and typically, he would be home late or crash at one of his friend's places. But Aunt Hilda was here. I got out of bed, finger-combing my hair. I padded towards
Meet me Halfway Clues
I did not know what to feel. I was numb inside and out. Aunt Hilda and I were like robots inside the funeral home. To be precise, I was the robot. My poor Aunt was left daze, unable to function properly. I took it upon myself to assist the guests despite some of them avoiding me at all costs. It was evident that the language barrier was a thing. But Aunt Hilda was seated at the first pew, blankly staring at my cousin's coffin. I wanted to ask what happened. However, I didn't even have the heart to do so. I picked up a few words from the discussion buzzing around his closest friends. But those who were with him stayed silent. They sat by Aunt Hilda's, mimicking her blank stare at the coffin. I chewed on the inside of my cheeks. Comforting Aunt Hilda was all I could do. There was nothing else I could offer other than my presence and helping around while battling the heavy feeling inside my chest. Sometime later, the atmosphere inside the funeral home became too heavy for me
Meet me Halfway A first in forever
I would have stayed with Aunt Hilda at the funeral home, but most of the adults there told me that I should get some rest and be back tomorrow. The adults I meant were mostly siblings of Aunt Hilda's late husband. Some of them were already children of one of the siblings. My brain was too dysfunctional to tell whether I wasn't introduced or barely paying attention. Either way, I wanted to stay and make sure Aunt Hilda was taken care of. However, I was left with no choice when half of them forced me to go home. So, home we went. I didn't try to have a conversation. I hardly knew anyone considering I hadn't even met them until today. Hence I went straight to my room and locked the door. It was when I was alone that my legs wobbled. I had to sit on the bed and slump my shoulders. I couldn't decide whether to cry or scream. Both options would be a nice way to express everything I felt. It didn't matter if anyone heard me or not. All I wanted was to release the bottled-up emotion
Meet me Halfway Set Apart
One of the things I hate about funerals is the lengthy mass. By the time Aunt Hilda had finished saying her eulogy, which mainly was drowned in a puddle of tears, my head was aching. My family had flown here just for this day, and I was somewhat glad. But I was nowhere near happy. They had dropped the phrases I knew they would. "Oh, honey, we are truly sorry. I hope you can forgive us." My mom apologized after explaining the whole version of the accident, which I no longer needed. I hugged her and Dad tightly and told them it was okay. Kelsea also apologized, and I know I should be crying by now, but I was way beyond grieving for that and my cousin. I was also grieving my own loss. Trying to live every day without Kyle in it felt like eating poison that was slowly killing me bit by bit; it sucked. I didn't break up with him. I needed time to think. But what I was doing wasn't thinking. I was torturing myself. Kyle had become an essential part of me. Even before the acci
Meet me Halfway When all else fails
MATT Kyle Jason Meridez was killing himself. As the Death Reaper, I can't deny how pleased I was to watch him suffer. After all, he was subject to punishment. I saw everything that had happened to him and Katherine, and it made me realize that I was wrong to conclude that their love was strong. I was hoping they won't be this shallow. But I guess I was wrong. It disappointed me to see them fall apart after a little argument. Katherine seemed to be the resilient one. I cannot say the same about Kyle. Perhaps, it was the reason why he was the one who had to die. Who believes in forever anyway? It's only a lame promise. Nothing lasts forever. Love blinded people. Tsk. I glanced at the time on the wristwatch attached to my hand and clicked my tongue. "I wonder if she'll make it in time," I chuckled. "Ooh, this would definitely be very entertaining." -- KATE When the car halted, I practically jumped out of it and approached the large house in front of me. But before I coul
Meet me Halfway Happily But Not Yet Ever After
I clenched my hand into a fist. What on freakin' earth was Matthew doing here? And why was he wearing a black cloak and carrying a scythe? I gazed at Kyle and found that he was looking right at Matt. They were having a stare-me-down contest while the other three, who had been standing by the door only moments ago, were inching their way to get to me and Kyle. "Oh, and with all due respect, Kyle, would you introduce me to your girlfriend so she would fully understand why these three cowards are actually frightened by my sudden appearance?" Matt said, addressing Kyle like he was a puppet or something and that Matt was his master. I must have missed something here. What the hell was going on? Kyle grabbed my hand and gently pulled me to hide behind him. Although I wanted to insist, but having no complete understanding of the situation, I decided it was best to follow Kyle's wishes. "Kate, meet Matthew, as he calls himself, the Death Reaper." "What?" I wanted to believe that Ky
Meet me Halfway Suspicions
PART 3 The first is always the sweetest. First dance. First kiss. First of everything. But what if your 'firsts' turned out to be a false reality? Would you still believe in first love never dies and shut your heart off so you'll never get hurt again? Or would you take a risk and unveil the mystery of second-time-around chances? — KELSEA I watched my sister Kate as she slowly made her way out of the church. I felt the urge to follow her but decided against it. She needed alone time. I understand that. Allen was close to her heart. They were like twins born out of a different mother. I may not have been that close to my cousin, but my heart was crushed into pieces when I learned about his sudden death. Then I thought of Kate and knew that compared to the pain I was experiencing; it was twice more painful for her. And to add, our parents and I had made the terrible mistake of keeping Kyle's death from her. The sadness in her eyes was a fearful indication of how devastat
Meet me Halfway Masks
I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does". And once again, I agreed to it. Aunt Hilda had drowned herself in the pool of sadness, which killed her on the inside. I tried to cheer her up by cooking and playing little happy music in her player and talking to her animatedly about anything I could think of, but it was to no avail. My cousin Allen was saddened by this too. He wouldn't admit it, but I knew how he wished to see his mother and tell her every little crazy thing that had happened to him. I pity him, but I can't do anything about it. Matthew was already scolded and warne
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