March 05, 2019
Noah lean at the back of that bench in Woods Park as he watch him fidget his fingers. His client was sitting on the other side of that bench as he was chewing his bottom lip and his eyebrows furrowed. He was staring on his lap and he looks like his mind is going somewhere. Oblivious from his stares. He had this bag pack on his back and a notebook on his hand. At first glance, he looked like a shy type of guy that wouldn't even kill a bug, the scaredy one. Yung tipong titili kapag may lumipad na ipis na feeling butterfly. That kind. He secretes innocence, almost childlike, which was his opposite. But why does he want to hire him? Does he even have the money for his service?
And it has been thirty minutes since he sat there.
"Hey..." Tawag nya dito.
Lumingon ito sa kanya. "Yeah..?" He asked absentmindedly.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Gusto nya munang konpirmahin kung gusto talaga nito ang ipapagawa sa kanya.
Huminga muna ito ng malalim, tumitig sa kanya na para bang buo na ang loob nito at wala ng makakapag-pabago ng pasya nito. "Oo."
He grabbed the bill of his black cap and squeeze it like he would normally do. Huminga sya ng malalim sa ilalim ng facemask nya at tumugon, "Hmkey... I'll do it one of these days..."
Ngumiti ito na parang nabunutan ng tinik. "Good."
"Is that all? no more customization?"
"Yeah.." He nodded.
"Hmkey." He stood up and the guy in front of him stood up, too. "I'll be going. Ill send you the number, just credit the payment there." Yun lang at tumalikod na siya dito.
He was a few steps away when he heard him speak.
"Hey..."
Noah stops walking, without turning around he asked, "Yes?"
"Can I... can I atleast see your face and know your name...?" He asked cautiously. His voice cracking and Noah cant identify if it's from the cold night or he was just plain nervous.
He turned around and look at his anxious face.
"But - but it's okay, too, if you don't like that, but I guess, I - I just wanna see your face... before... -" His brows in knot, His mendicancy showing.
He never discloses his identity to anyone, and he would never.
but there's something about his voice and that face that makes him want to show himself.
Noah lift down his facemask and said, "Grant... Call me Grant..."
"Grant..." He heard him murmured, like he was memorizing his name on his tongue.
"Yeah..."
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Thursday's POV
Thursday gasp again from a dream that he wouldn't even remember. Tagaktak ang pawis nya sa noo habang hinahabol ang hininga. He wiped the sweats on his forehead and reach out for his side table to grab his glass of water but sigh when it was actually empty. He looked around and found the calendar hanging on the side wall of his room, on instinct, he knew those dates with X signs are over, and it stops at March 5.
He got up from his bunk bed and walk knowingly to the patio way through out the kitchen. He opened the lift of his refrigerator and grab the pitcher and drunk from it thirstily. Like his life would charge by the water he would consumpt.
After filling up his throat, he wipe his mouth with his left arm and shut the refrigirator's door slowly. Bumungad sa kanya ang iba't ibang kulay ng sticky note na nakadikit dito. He fast read them until that one particular sticky note without a date caught his attention. Unlike the other notes, it doesn't have a date and he only wrote the word 'Grant'
"Grant..."
Even after uttering the word he would never remember what's the meaning behind that word . Although he knows what Grant mean is if you'd google it on vocabulary, its common knowledge, but he knew, there's something more behind that simple word.
He scan further more below the ref's lift and read the latest note he have written, the date says yesterday, 03/05/2019.
'book under bed', it says. He peeled off the note and went back to his room and kneeled beside his bed at kinapa ang ilalim nito.
There it was, his black journal. It was thick and looked worn out like he had been using it for a very long time already. He opened the first page where his familiar hand writing visible. It says he started writing on it since January 2018.
'Three years. I can't remember what i did. This is the third year and there's no progress...'
he turned the pages and saw more notes. Telling what he have done for the day, and he could see how the writing updates, his daily routine at his flower shop that was handling by him and his friend, Dale. What he have eaten, where did he go, whom he talked to. Even the things that he bought, it was all written there.
He skip some pages and went to his latest entry.
On the last entry , 03/05/2019, he also wrote that word.
Grant.
What does this mean?
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