Tale In Between Two Gods

When I was a little, my grandmother always tells me stories before I sleep. Those stories are creepy, supernatural and magical. It is about two guys and one girl. A guy whose name Dark and another guy whose name Light. Dark gives people misery, destruction, and war, in simple word, doom. Then, Light gives people hope, peace, and happiness in their life. And a girl, whose name is Avis, just like mine, weird. It seems like she doesn’t has any power, but her existence was needed. Her existence saves the world. My grandma says she is like the Yin and Yang; she is in the middle who balances the good and bad. Every night the stories will change, but the characters are still the same, but the ending of that story is also still the same, Avis died, to save him. It made me curious ever since that night. It made wonder who are they. I want to know more about them even if it’s just a story. But the night I went to my grandmother’s room to ask her to tell me a story again, I found out

"I'll be going now." I said, then, quickly walked away. "Where are you going?" He followed me and matched my pace. "Any place without you," I said. I don't know why I am being harsh to him; I think I'm just comfortable to roast him. I am someone who takes care of what people might be sensitive about, I spoke nicely and with respect with everyone except my friends, I sometimes roast them because that's how friends do. "Too bad because I will stick with you from now on," he chuckled. "Don't you have anything to do?" I asked. I'm getting annoyed because I want to read and with him by my side, I won't be able to concentrate. "I have now." He grins. "Then go away, I'm busy." I walked much faster. Of course, he is catch up again. "You are not gonna ask what is it?"  He looks at me, pleading and doing cute poses. "No, I am not interested." I directly said. "That's mean," he murmured. "How is that mean?" I

"Vaughn, stop, it's not funny" I said but I didn't bother to remove it, I have no strength. "Come on, Avis, why are you silent? Do you need to go to the bathroom, don’t worry I can cover for you," he chuckled and let go of my face. What surprises me is a big chocolate pouch drink on his other hand on the front of my face. "Sweets can make you feel better when you have loose bowel movement," he told me and put the drink in both of my hands. It made my heart warm and feels good. I clasped it with my own two hands, it made my feelings lighter than before. I just chuckled and tap him on his back, "Thank you." I get the straw at back and put it at the designated hole in the pouch drink. Then we just sat on a bench. I didn’t notice we were on the school park in where vending drink machines are just around the area. "You need to dry clean my handkerchief

 “Grandma, can I ask a question?” I asked.“What is it darling?” she smiled at me then, held my hand.I looked at her.“In all of the stories you told me up until now that I’m close to a grown up woman, I’m 17 now, if you’re missing it grandma. So, why does the girl in your story always die?” I curiously asked.I wonder why the girl in her story named Avis like mine, always dies. The happenings in the story changes, but the ending is still the same, I’m getting pissed off by that. “Because, she always chooses to save him. She always wants to save him.” She answered as she caresses gently my hands.“That’s how love works; you get to experience sacrificing your own happiness or even own life for the sake of your love ones.” She continued.“Is she

“That is hilarious! I wish I was there! Oh my god! I missed every exciting moments that happened to you!” commented by Tess. She’s so happy even that she was stabbed yesterday. I don’t know why she still attends school today when she’s injured. Its lunch now and we’re here in a café talking about what happened last night and what I think about the two having a steamy romantic relationship between them. But, my mind is flying somewhere, so I cannot focus to Tessa’s comments after I told her the story. Early this morning, I woke up from a dream and there are tears on my cheeks again, but this time, my grandma was not there telling stories. Instead, I was there, I am the girl; I received a necklace, from a guy whom I don’t know, but he looks like Skylar. He has Skylar’s resemblance when it comes to eyes, nose and lips. Also, I feel like I’m the girl there in that dream, but I feel like it’s a different girl too. It’s so frustrating! I gently messed my ha