LOST in SPACE

my place. my life. don't interfere.

 

He was walking down the hallway, looking right at her.  She was sitting at the end of the hallway, her head bowed. 

She looked up when he came to stand right in front of her.  Neither was saying anything.  Silence prevailed.

She stood up.  He remained standing.  Their eyes held for a moment. 

She leaned in towards him.  She brushed her lips across his lightly.  As if saying I love you.  As if saying I care.  As if saying Good-bye. 

Then she stepped away.

He was not really surprised.  Though he suddenly felt sadness engulfing him. 

He tried to reach out.  To touch her one more time.  To say that he loves her as well.  To say everything he needed to say.

But she was gone. 

Never to return again.

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I am very much scared.  Really really scared.  I am about to embark on a journey that I haven't treaded upon before.  Everything I'm about to do now is new to me.  And I don't know if I would be able to handle everything.  I hope I can.  I pray that I can.

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Oi, sino kaya yun?

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I just remembered.

Belated Happy Birthday, my dear ole blog.

You're two years old now.

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She was trembling that night.  As she silently padded her way from her bedroom down the stairs to her front porch, she was trembling.  Slowly, she got out her cigarette pack from her back pocket and placed down a bottle of red wine beside her as she sat down on the first step of the porch.

She lit a cigarette and puffed.  She removed the cork of the red wine bottle and took a swig.  She puffed once more.  Puffed another.  Then took a swig. 

Puff.  Puff.  Swig.  Puff.  Puff.  Swig.  Puff.  Puff.  Swig.

Then she put the bottle down, threw her cigarette butt and stepped on it.  She got out another.  She was trembling so hard that she dropped it before lighting it up.  She buried her face in her hands and sobs racked her shoulders.

He was by her front door, standing there waiting for her to say something.  She would look anywhere but at him.  She told him, he should go.  That it's getting late and that he had a long way to go before reaching home.

He didn't move from his place.  He continued standing there, asking her silently, imploring her.  What's wrong?  He asked.  Tell me what's wrong.

But she remained silent.  She didn't say anything. You should leave.  That's all she said.

Are we still - you know - together?  He asked.  Pleadingly.  Softly.  Calmly.

She didn't say anything again.  She continued to look beyond him.  Then slowly she turned away from him.  Please.  Leave.  She told him.

I still love you, you know.  I will still wait for you.  No matter what.  He tried to persuade her to face him.  To listen to him.  But she wouldn't budge.

He turned away.  He walked to his car.  He started it and gave her one last look. 

She wasn't looking. 

He sped away. 

She went up the stairs to her room.  She was trembling.

Her sobs racked her body.  Her cries consumed her.  She was trembling that night.  She was trembling.

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Pinkie by the River

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