Every time you judge me, you are showing me a part of you that needs healing.~ARLET~There comes a time when pushing someone’s expectations has become difficult to execute. The evening arrived when the anticipations coming from Kathy and Michael had to be performed. Since morning I was restless, thinking, am I the right person to go with Ruben?Do we need to pretend like a happily married couple in love in front of his friends, too? Because last time I checked, their expressions on the wedding evening exported the confusion, same as Ruben’s.Looking at the blur mirage in the window, my mind sifted, and my thoughts accumulated; he might have ignored this invitation as his parents would not be there to keep us in check. But when he came to the breakfast table, he mentioned the party to Raya. Our eyes met, and his expression never betrayed like a stone-cold gaze towards me, expecting nothing, just avoidance. For a few days, it has become a habit for us to spend some time together at the
Sometimes you will get the person you need the most in your life, not the one you wanted the most.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ARLET~The Christmas evening celebration was not as I have seen so far. No Christmas carol, no talking about Christ, but a levitation of the branded clothes, heavy drinks, plus laughter. I would say it’s another reason people mingle and enjoy a healthy laugh.The clusters of people needed to be more welcoming to pull newcomers into their conversation. This is the first time I have been to these parties, and even if I was given a chance, I don’t know how I would survive.And the most awkward thing that happened was the strange encounter between Milo and Ruben.Everything was going great until Raya was wheeled away from me, and a pair of questionable eyes followed me to the pool area.“Arlet,” Milo and I never had conflicts except for this one when he used to question my choices and wanted me to explain to them. It’s hard to explain things when you yourself find being trap
How scary the feeling of drowning is in a place without water, but only your thoughts.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~RUBEN~Because people see the situations from their perspectives, their narrative of the event would come out differently. Not that I was bothered by their perception, but sometimes the people you love become the reason for you to stand in the quicksands of your choices. Confusion is when you cannot process with your conscious mind, but your subconscious knows this could become a race to lose. For a moment, Arlet seems genuine, but the way she entered my life has left me sore enough not to think anything good about her intentions.My parents were out of the city, but my mother somehow knew I was about to ditch Kathrine’s party, and to clear her doubts, she called me.“Ruben, how are you doing?”“I am good, just finishing my work,” Still engulfed in time, I didn’t realize when the evening had arrived.“Is everything ok with you?” Halted with her words, my inner turmoil churned one
I will wear your name on my heart. I just wish you knew it before it is absorbed beneath this ground.~ARELT~~~~~~~~~~`The white cirrus clouds in this chilly morning, with a pinch of sunlight, playing hide and seek. I stood, ingraining my shadow on the window rim, watching them blankly. Strange imagination pulsating my mind, watching them drift away as the sunlight entered my eyelids like expectancy.No matter if my mother had given me social culture, a big part of my life was consumed in preparing myself for this high society culture when I lived with William and Debbie. I still felt shunned. But just like these sun rays playing hide and seek, my hopes are depicted similarly. When everything was falling apart, Raya became a ray of hope.After finishing our breakfast together, Ruben left for the office while Raya got engrossed with her homeschool teacher. Sometimes I think studying without your friends wouldn’t be so exciting. I waited for her to finish her classes on time, but som
Once the heart gets too heavy with the pain, people don’t dry. They just turned silent. Completely silent.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~RUBEN~There was always a better and a worse version of losing someone. At the loss, we traveled the most painful journey. Perhaps there was something inside us wishing for their presence to hold on to and nurture our being once again.Standing beside Rafael’s coffin, I sensed I had lost him in the worst way possible. And today, watching over his picture, something nudging me to call him back from the impossibilities enveloping me.I still remember the day after the funeral. I visited Raya lying in the hospital bed, surrounded by plastic veins. Everything inside me meddled, and observing her; it splintered into uncountable pieces.That gracious smile that used to enlighten our day was gone, and that tiny angel didn’t learn what she had lost. When the Doctor rolled the wheelchair, it was so awful that I couldn’t settle there watching her perching on t
I may not be the best person beside you. But I make sure to hold your heart carefully and absorb the pain you are suffering alone.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ARLET~The thoughts I jotted down in my journal were not just my gooey feeling but also the emotional responsibility and accountability I wanted to share with him because it is we together standing against all odds.He was not the same arrogant man who left his imprint on us when he returned home. He was broken and shattered; I would not call myself in love with him if I couldn’t feel it. That stern mercury that was always ready to burn me alive was glossed with something unsaid. He ate in silence, but my inside was screaming to know what was the reason for being so sad. At that moment when he asked me to stay, I just wanted to hug him, and I wanted him to know, I am here for you.Should I ask him if I am the reason for his pain? What if he agrees?Those introspections made me silent, and I stood there. If he wanted my presence with my sil
What’s hardest for me isn’t losing him. It was condoning myself for being in devotion with him, knowing damn the warnings he gave and the loathing he displayed for me.~~~~~~~~~~~~Arlet~It’s been a week, and Raya’s hysteria about being in school didn’t peter out a moment. The lively aura was sufficient to surprise everybody at home whenever she was home after school. Everyone has to be present to listen to her daily endeavors and how Toby fought with Gabriel because he wanted Raya to choose the color of his painting. Now that Raya is apt, I got some time to think about my outcomes. How long am I going to sit here killing my hoards? I knew I had to work to fulfill my prerequisites. After graduation, Milo gave me the offer to join one of his event management companies, but I was more inclined to work for society. Women like me who want to seek their dream but don’t have the finances for it. How strange my dream was to help others when I, too, don’t have the finances to handle myself.
I am scared to love again, trust again, to be devoted again.I am scared of being wrecked again.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ARLET~Standing against the wall, I saw his figure turn over his heels and descend toward his room. While the brain of mine could construct a thousand rational reasons to answer him back, but deep down, I knew it would not matter to him. He sees me as his enemy, the woman who made him sore for this life when I accepted to be a replacement. He was right about hailing me that.But did I receive it to be the one? I should have left earlier before I made my bond with Raya. Now our strings of love entangled me; even if I wanted to get away from being a replacement, it would pull me back.It was heart wrecking to choose love over your worth.Happiness is a choice; you have to choose it over all the agonies to stay firm when the foundation of your life was shaken by the events you never knew.But today, I was a bit late choosing happiness over his venom-laced words slapping me to