Tuesday, January 23, 2007
moshi moshi!
dd! story time!
Crimson Tears story!
As wind brushed against his cheeks, he leaned back his head, facing the heaven’s tears; he allowed them to patter softly upon him. With his arms stretched horizontally, he closed his eyes, taking small painful step, pain non-physical, the pain of which resides within his heart.
The night diamonds have hidden themselves well behind the dark veils of the rainy night sky. Opening his eyes, what laid visible to him was only the sailing moon amidst the darkness.
Around him, people hassled and bustled by, taking no notice of him at all, even if they were to notice, they would merely throw glances at him as if to indicate to him that he simply do not belong. Yet, he was not concerned, after all, this is a senseless world. A world in which people want you to do as they do, but, he just wants to be a little, just a little, different.
The pain in him had not subsided, and it was the only thing he could feel. Soon, he was numbed to the pain. A pain he was so accustomed to that he always thought that it was part of him.
Images of her played before him. He smiled. Her smile, her joy, her everything made him smile. They were random. He saw her pouting when he had made her upset, he saw her smiling whenever she receive small little surprise gifts he got for her. He saw her crying because she thought she had angered him, but he smiled still, for he knows that they were tears of care and concern.
She has become his life, the lost puzzle he had lost and found. She is the only one he ever cared for and about. Her joy was his and it doesn’t matter whom she is with or what she does, as long as she is happy, his hurt meant nothing.
Her promises to him were forever empty, but he dutifully kept his. She was like the key to everything, the key to open anything. She, he felt, was the key to his life. She had told him that he was a nice guy; she had made him come alive, like a puppeteer bringing his puppet to live. She was his master, his puppeteer, and he, the puppet. He was Pinocchio, and she was the fairy who brought him to live.
As if lifting up a ton of lead, he took out his cell phone. Her image appeared as the wallpaper on the phone, she was smiling. Reluctantly, he keyed in her number, followed by four simple words. However, before he could hit the “send” key, he heard a honk to his right, and the next thing he knew was that lights flashed around him and faces cowering over him.
Minutes later, sirens were heard wailing faintly as his world slowly dimmed. With his last minimal conscience, he gripped with his left hand the locket, the locket of which he wore as his necklace, while with the right his cell phone. He smiled. He had promised. Promised her that if anything were to take him off this world, he would go off with a smile, for she had told him that she loved his smile. Then, his world and vision became to no more than pitch darkness.
By now, the rain began to cease, and unexpectedly, his cell phone rang. After moments, it stopped ringing, and the caller was diverted to his voice mail. It was her, but he will never get to hear what she said, neither will he ever return her call.
“Um…sorry, but, I think we are…never mind, just calling to check if you are okay. Sorry, I know it’s hard on you, but I guess its puppy love you call it and I think I do like him. Um…say, can we be friends still? And perhaps, someday in future, I may come back to you? That’s about it, I guess. Please get back to me soon ya? Yep, that’s all.”
Then, the phone went dead. He never ever got back to her. Neither did he ever send that message intended for her. In his left grip was a heart-shaped locket with their very first photo they took together, and in his right grip was the message, “Sorry, I Love you.”
He kept his promise till the end, but if only she knew…if only she knew his love for her...
-By Crimson Tears
okayy! off to sleep now!
nites nites dd!
nites nites.
