Station Eleven

Paalala: Ang kuwentong ito ay isang kathang-isip lamang. Anuman ang inyong mababasa ay huwag tularan. Panimula: Ngunit ang lahat ay nagbago nang isang araw, napilitan siyang magtungo sa police station dahil nasangkot ang kanyang kapatid sa isang gulo sa bar. Doon, isang babaeng pulis ang umagaw ng kanyang atensyon. S'ya si Kurt John McCain, isang multi-billionaire na business tycoon, ay kilala hindi lang sa kanyang yaman kundi pati sa kanyang nakamamanghang hitsura—matangkad, makisig, at ang kanyang ngiti ay sapat na para mawalan ng ulirat ang sinumang babae. Ngunit para sa kanya, ang mga babae ay walang iba kundi panandaliang libangan. Walang puwang ang seryosong relasyon sa kanyang abala at marangyang buhay. Para sa kanya, ang mga ito ay parang laro lamang—walang emosyon, walang komplikasyon. Ang lahat ay laro lamang. Si SPO 3 -Althea Perez, isang dedikadong policewoman, ay hindi lang mahusay sa kanyang tungkulin kundi kilala rin sa kanyang kagandahan, kaseksihan, at kabutihang-loob. Ngunit sa kabila ng pagiging pulis, marunong din siyang magpatawa at makibagay. Lihim niyang binabalanse ang buhay sa pamamagitan ng pagraraket sa palengke upang suportahan ang kanyang pamilya. Bagamat maamo ang kanyang hitsura, huwag kang magkakamali—hindi siya aatras sa sinumang nagtatangkang umabuso sa kanyang prinsipyo. Isang araw, nasapak niya ang isang mayabang na lalaki na nagdulot ng kanyang pagkawala ng malay. Ang mayabang na lalaki? Walang iba kundi si Kurt. Ano ang kahihinatnan ng pagtatagpo ng dalawang taong magkaibang-magkaiba ang mundo? Paano mababago ng isang policewoman ang buhay ng isang businessman na walang pakialam sa pag-ibig? Abangan ang kwento ng dalawang magkaibang katauhan na pinagbuklod ng kapalaran.

Every other student could hear the inner thoughts of Chloe Yates, the campus belle. It was like a radio station was broadcasting her mind, and unfortunately for me, the broadcast was usually bad news. It started during the ROTC courses in our freshman year. I was doubled over with terrible period cramps and asked to sit out. Chloe just shook her head, letting out a dramatic, pitying sigh. "Oh, this is awful," her internal voice broadcast to everyone. "Should I tell everyone the truth? Sylvie is totally faking it. If the sergeant finds out she's lying, he's going to punish the whole class because of her." The sergeant, hearing her thoughts, immediately assumed I was a liar. He forced the entire class to run 30 laps as punishment. After that, no one would talk to me. Later, when I applied for the need-based financial aid grant, Chloe went on a rampage with her internal thoughts. "Her family isn't poor!" her voice screamed in everyone's heads. "They have a car and a house. She's just vain. She's trying to scam the college out of grant money so she can buy a new phone. I feel so bad for the actual poor kid whose spot she's stealing." Once the class heard that, they silently agreed to vote against my application. Without that money, I had no choice but to work three part-time jobs just to survive. I worked myself into the ground until I finally gave out. I collapsed in the classroom while clutching my chest, suffering a massive heart attack. I cried out, begging my classmates to call 911. However, Chloe's voice cut through the air right then. "She doesn't have a heart condition. She's pregnant. She's trying to trick a guy into taking her to the hospital so she can get an abortion, and then she's going to frame whoever helps her for getting her knocked up." Terrified of being blamed, the students backed away from me like I was radioactive. They stood there and watched as I died on the classroom floor. Right up until the moment I died, I never understood why my life had turned into such a nightmare. However, when I snapped my eyes open, I had returned to the day of the ROTC courses. The cramps were back, and the sun was beating down on me. Chloe did not know one crucial detail. This time, I could hear her thoughts too.