CLYONE
"Are you okay? You seemed quiet today." You sat at the stool just next to me and placed the back of your palm on my forehead at the same time.
"You're temperature's fine," you said as you placed a plate full of pancake with a chocolate syrup at the island.
"What's wrong?" you asked again as your hand grabbed the fork on the plate. I, then, shook my head as I faced my own plate filled with pancakes mixed with a chocolate syrup as well.
I took the glass of orange juice beside my plate, then drunk on it. The room was just as quiet as I was which causes the clattering sound of the plates and glasses to be audible enough for us to hear.
"I just don't feel like talking," I answered as I took my own fork and looked over you at the same time. You, on the other side, is slicing a small piece from the rounded pancake infront of you.
"But are you good now? No overthinking or doubts anymore?" As soon as you started to speak, you lifted your head
CLYONE "My dad says that ghosts really stay to finish a business that they didn't got to finish when they were still alive. I kind of believe that too." Earlier it was you who is resting his head on my shoulder, but as time passed by, we exchanged positions. My head is now laid on your chest while we were laid on the cozy sheets underneath the blanket fort and are still watching the movie. I, then, looked up on you and to my surprise, you are already looking down on me. "How do you say so?" I really have no much idea about souls nor ghosts and such, but one thing is for sure. I am scared of ghosts. Geeze. Just the looks are already creepy and all, what more with their presence and especially if they are trying so hard to catch a certain person's attention. And what if that certain person is actually me? Geeze. What am I thinking and why do I have to think that way? I'm only scaring myself. "Remember when my grandmother died?"
CLYONEIt's been half an hour since I laid myself on the bed, tucking myself in underneath the cozy sheets while staring at the darkness in my eyes. I couldn't sleep and I have no intentions of doing so as well. I'm just currently at the state of trying to accept that maybe, what my guess is about the hints you are dropping could be true; that maybe, you are going to leave me soon and that maybe, this could be the last moments we could share. Though I still can't process it in my mind as I think of the fact of you leaving this soon is too early. I don't know if I should call myself selfish because I don't really want you to leave, not just yet. I really can't accept it yet and I want you to stay longer.It's just confusing still that a part of me is at the process of trying to accept the fact that you will be leaving me soon, but another part of me is at the state of getting scared to know that it could be true. I am in between and I'd rather to stay in between. If tha
CLYONE"I love you. I really really do that sometimes, Terry would tell me to not give too much because I'll end up hurting too much as well, but who cares, right? You could hurt me, I could hurt you, we could hurt each other, but we will still end in the same state. Going back together. That's one thing I actually admire about you. You always try to understand me no matter how hard the situation could be for you. If it means consuming the very last stage of your patience, you still tend to lend your ears to listen on my side. Yes, there are still times that your immaturity will strike and even the flaws that I sometimes find annoying and irritating too, but that won't change the love, affectionate, support and comfort that you had given me. Believe me when I say I'm not just in love with your beauty, but to your soul as well."As soon as I looked up on the ceiling to prevent the tears from falling down on my cheeks, I felt you held one of my hand which caused me to di
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 I sticked back the photo on the wall. How can you still look so attractive with that look? Dark circles — literally dark as if you playfully drew a round shape around your eyes with a marker and evident lines of dark veins in your pale skin; lifeless yet alive. Whoever will see that for the first time will surely be frightened. Even I will. I beamed as I stared for a few more second on the photo before I stepped backward. I turned back to face the bed behind me. The sheets are now all neat and clean. No trace of any red stain, just the purity of its color. I sighed before I toddled back to the bed and sit on it. My both hands hold on to the bed from behind as my support. I looked up and stared at the attic door. Above it is where I found something... well, not so nice yet not so bad but an important memory. It's where I usually hear strange thuds every night since that day. A tiny smile formed in my lips as my eyes remained on the attic d
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 I heave out a sigh as I turn my back on the balcony. I walked back inside and went straight to the door. Only my heavy steps and the creaking sound of the door breaks the silence that's prevailing the whole room. The past few months has been so depressing that I can't even recognize what a happiness is anymore. I wonder if I really came here to reminisce the euphoric moments which I hope would lighten up my mood or I just came here to torture myself? It's very tormenting. But I need to at least make the painful crying worth to cry for. This house used to be deafened by the loud banging songs you used to play, but now it's deafened by silence. Perhaps, I should include the creaking sounds of some wooden parts of this place whenever I'll walk. Sigh. This place used to be my home, but now I can't even walk without feeling the sorrow. Very mournful it is. I walked down the stairs with my hand holding onto the handrails. My walking was so ta
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