Seven Days

CLYONE Silence filled my ears the moment I turned off the car engine. My eyes never left the sight of the big white house at the right side of the road. The purity of its whiteness is just as pure as its owner; you. And I don't think I could find someone who's just as pure as you do, because you will remain as the purest boy I've ever loved and met.  A tiny smile formed in my lips. The house remained as how it was when I left it. The rambling white roses that climbs up at the four poles that supports the roof for the small terrace infront the house is still beauteous even after it left months ago. In fact, only the rain that came from the past few months waters it as I don't have the guts to see anything that relates to you. Somehow, I felt guilty for not taking care of what you treat as treasure even though you asked me to. The wooded line that is connected above the four poles that supports the roof were also covered in rambling roses. The three window

CLYONE My forehead was lightly creased as I turned my head to my left side where the door of the balcony was when I heard a rumbling of thunder. The sky is in shade of gray that made the surroundings quite dark. It seems like it's going to rain anytime. Sympathizing with this one lovesick girl here, I guess. The weather was fine when I left my house and even when I arrived here. But now, it's just as gloomy as my mood. I stood up from the bed, not averting my eyes from the gloomy sky, and walked over the balcony. Why is it everytime I'll walk, it always have this heavy feeling as if someone's stopping me to move? When I reached the balcony floor, the first thing I saw was the fort we made at the corner of the frontyard. It was placed next to the white wooden fence. It's not that different from the fort we made in the living room except for it was made of tent for protection in rain and it was empty. Only the pillows and blankets were inside because you told me to kee

CLYONE "Isn't these a lot to buy in one go?" I throw a look on Daniel as I take one of the carts on the line. I raised my eyebrows and beamed as if telling him that well, that's what Deron asked for. "I mean, we do grocery for the whole week, but this list is too much for a week." He flicked the paper as I walked with him along with me. My shoulders dropped as I held onto the cart while still walking. "This could be used for two weeks or even more since it's just the two of you." "He wanted a vacation. No going out. Not even once or maybe twice to buy groceries for the rest of the week." "What are ya'll? Prisons?" I let out a chuckle and threw him a look as we kept walking into one of the aisle.  I know, Daniel. I know how exactly you feels. I had the same reaction as you are. You're not the only one. "Did he talked to you last night?" I asked as we kept moving. I threw him a look. He is still holding the list, checking ev

CLYONERight after I placed the last pillow in the middle, I heard a shutter sound together with a flash that lighted the area where I was bent down, which caused me to see my own shadow. Wrinkles became evident on my forehead as I turned to face you. There, I saw you holding a white camera on your right hand while a polaroid one on your left hand."Geeze. You don't have to take pictures of my back. I don't look good."It was your turn to pucker your face which caused me to let out a soft laugh. I crawled to reach your place as you were sitting near the exit and sat at your front to check the polaroid that was on your hand as well. But right the moment my face went closer to yours, you stole a quick kiss on my right cheek which caused me to turn my head on you with a blank face. You didn't let a single second pass. Before I could even process what you did, you already smashed your lips on mine again. But I think I had too much light make out today, though I answ

CLYONE I sighed as I placed the empty bowl infront of me. That day and night was really confusing yet terrifying for me. I don't know what to believe. I don't know what to think. I don't know what do. I'm just confused in everything that I end up not thinking anything for my own peace of mind. Sooner, the tears I am trying to hold back end up streaming down on my cheeks. Even though I end up letting them come out of the faucet inside my eyes, you can still sense how much I want to hold them back.  I let out another sigh as I brought my hands at my face and buried it. Muffled sobs could be heard all over the four corners of the tent. A painful muffled sobs rather. What's even new? It's not like this is the first time to cry out of reminiscing. It became a routine not just every night, but every morning before I even get up from my bed. Perhaps, it's a wake up call that even though it feels like I already lost my purpose to live, it's not actually a farewe