INEFABBLE - Short Stories Collection #2

The Right Person

My eyes squinted as the sunlight hit me. The blinds were being opened up by someone I forgot the name of. Was it Eduard? I really forgot as I was not used to memorizing names of different people. I was just here to stare all day and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

I heard a hiss from beside me. I looked from beside me and saw Emma. It's plastered on her that's why I knew her name. She was one of the nicest that I knew from the long time that I stayed here. She wasn't as worn-out as me. In fact, when the sun's rays hit her, the name Emma gleamed a sparkly blue color.

"Good morning, Emma," I greeted her. "What day is it today?"

"I think it's a Wednesday now, dear," she answered and tried to stifle a yawn. "I'm still sleepy but I have to be up as I can feel that today's going to be the day!"

Honoria had been saying that since the time she got here. But that today never came. She was just hoping, she kept on saying she could feel it, but ended up getting nothing. At night, as the blinds covered us, I would hear her sigh and say, "It's okay! There's always a tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow's the day!"

It's once again another tomorrow, a Wednesday, as Emma had stated. Another day of waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

"Dear," Emma called my attention. "Remember what's the day today?"

"A Wednesday?" I asked. "You just said that. You forgot already?"

I heard Emma gave out a hearty laugh. "It's your 5th year anniversary, silly!"

How could I forget? It had been 1,825 days since I was brought here with my worn-out, drained, ragged, and ugly self. It had been five years already. So much time had passed. And I was still waiting. I should've just given up. I should've just not assumed that today would be the day as I knew that day would never come at all.

I was stupid. Who would love someone as ugly as me?

I exhaled a sad sigh, "Yeah, and that day still never comes."

Emma gazed at me sadly. She couldn't relate with my sentiments since she only came here three years after me. She didn't have that much time to wait. She didn't need to wait for that long like me. I was wondering why the day didn't come for her though. She was beautiful, glowing with joy just by seeing her front. 

"You just haven't met the right one yet," Emma commented. "We just haven't met them yet. So we have to keep hoping for them."

"For what?" I muttered. "Who would love someone as filthy as me? I mean look at me! I'm worn out!"

"Honey," Emma called out to me. "Don't judge a book by its cover, remember? You may look worn-out now, but with the right person, you would glow so much. You might even glow brightly than me."

"When will that person come? After 10 years?" I questioned, losing faith with what Emma was saying. 

"Who knows? Maybe today's the day," she insisted and smiled at me. "The right person would find you interesting so much that they would never let you go. They would never put you down."

I was just about to respond to her when my gaze suddenly met two brown eyes studying me. I could feel this person's curiosity as she looked at my very soul like he was looking at a story with underlying meanings, like he was searching for treasure inside of me. His stare would make me want to melt. Could I melt? Would that be possible?

I glanced at Emma who was grinning at me as I felt myself being held by this person. He studied me even more. And then, it felt as if time stopped for me, as his lips showed the prettiest smile I had ever seen in this place. The excited gleam appeared in his dreamy brown eyes. Like he had found the right book to read.

"I finally found you!" I heard him exclaimed and tucked me. To my surprise, he picked up Emma, too, who was now grinning within this man's embrace as he brought us to the lady at the front of this place. He left us with the care of the lady. She placed beautiful Emma inside and stopped when she saw me. I saw her eye the man with confusion.

"Sir we have a lot of other versions of this one over at-"

"No, miss, I want this," the man replied. "This is a rare version of The Wuthering Heights that I had been looking for so long. I don't care if the cover's damaged. I'll just fix it. I want this. It's rare."

If I were only human, I would've cried my tears out as this man, this person, defended me. He said he wanted me despite my damages. He'd fix me, he said. He even said I was rare.

I was rare.

The lady put me inside of the paper bag together with Emma and I felt the man embraced the two of us inside of the bag. Emma smiled at me and I swore I never smiled this much before.

Today was the day with the right person.