Novel & Cerita What Is Valentine's

Friday would be Valentine's Day. Jane spent the rest of the week dreading its arrival. In elementary school, Valentine's Day had been no big deal. Everybody gave valentines to everybody else because all the mothers made sure they did. There was a party at school, with pink-frosted cupcakes and red punch. Jane threw away her valentines as soon as she got home, first taking off any candy that was glued to them. Then she ate the candy. End of Valentine's Day.

- 14th February 2017 - Valentine's Day. The day that signified love. Not necessarily for couples only, I believed it was for anyone with a heart. Anyone who longed to love or anyone who had the chance to be in love. It was a touchy subject that I had a tendency to avoid. For many reasons. However this year, I was celebrating it alone. As per usual. As usual, my best friends had given me flowers sent to my house in honour of the love we had as best friends, I did the same for the each of them too as they were like my sisters now. They knew everything about me and that was love.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

The doctor looked visibly startled when he saw me in the hospital room. Not long ago, I had come to him for a prenatal checkup and asked how to ensure my baby's health. "I'm sorry. Unfortunately, the child couldn't be saved," he said, his voice tinged with pity and sympathy. "Should we inform the father? Strange, it's Valentine's Day, and he's not here with you. Was there something urgent?" Oddly, I felt nothing. Just an eerie calm.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

"I was pertaining a friendly date, Pat. Besides, I can't date the man I want anyway so let's just date since both of us don't have someone to celebrate with. Valentine's day is not all about the intimate relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend, it was for friends as well." Patty clapped her hands and make an amazing face," Woah, words from the greatest philosopher." I just shook my head. ### The school was crowded and full of disgusting people around—couples. They were feeding each other with sweets, hugging, urghh! gross, where's mine?

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

“February the fourteenth. What’s special about today?” Serenity inquired before it hit her. Curling her lips, she answered, “Oh, Valentine’s Day. I don’t have any concept of special occasions. Every day is Valentine’s Day to us when we’re in a good place in our relationship. Valentine’s Day means nothing if we don’t get along.” “I knew you won’t pay any mind to special occasions. Your husband must be the same. I don’t see him having anything planned yet.” “Did Mr. Bucham do anything for you?”

It was saved at my mouth’s keyboard, every time I copied and pasted. Patience pays and as the period drew closer I decided to be innovative and do something different for him. It was on the thirteenth day of February, just a day in the world of Valentine’s. I decided to wish him a happy valentines day through a letter in my attempt to be romantic.