Remembering back the works from yesterday.
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Someone’s Point of View
I walked the edge of the road from school with my best friend one day. I turned my head in my right side and then I caught a glimpse of something. There I saw a handsome man across the road with his house clothes and a woman jogged before him— trying to synchronize them both. I smiled at the romantic view I was seeing.
“Daddy!” I called my father out.
He turned to me and smiled as soon as he realized the caller.
“Oh! My princess!” he called back right to me.
I opened my arms running, ready to hug him but a second was passed by, I felt myself in the middle of the road slowly falling. I think I ran by a fast vehicle. It felt like the earth was in slow motion.
“What happened?!” my mother exclaimed from afar.
I saw both my parents and my best friend were running toward me. I saw the terrified and worried looks of them.
Thinking though, I just realized that life isn’t that predictable. Earlier today, my bestfriend and I were so happy about the results of our grades but at this moment, tears of sadness overtook everyone. If I shouldn’t had walked the road since we had a car to ride home. If I could think wisely earlier, I shouldn’t had stepped the road without looking around and ran basically without thinking that it was a road where fast vehicles run through. If I could go back in time, I won’t do such things that can let me down. It can’t be helped though, there’s nothing much of time to atone for the wrong movement I did because it had already happened: a past; but the past I could rely on as moral lessons today and forth.
Thud!
Ouch! This hurts much! I fell down on this filthy road with the faint sound of the vehicle who ran into me and the screams of the people who cared for me. I felt and tasted the blood which came out from my mouth and my sight went black.
In conclusion before losing consciousness, I should be thankful of the life that God given to me; that I get to experience being alive than those who couldn’t make it unfortunately.
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Anonymous’ Point of View
“Why are you leaving me?” I asked calmly, trying to hide my real emotions.
She stared at me for about a moment as her lips began trembling. I know she couldn't contain much of her energy in so she bursted out her pain. She broke her gazes and sobbed. I know what she’d been through, I know exactly the answer of my question and yet I wanted to hear it from her upfront. For so long, she heaved a massive amount of air and breathe out, eager to utter a single word. She said as she put her eyes on me again, “Because… I’m,” then she cried loudly.
My eyes ached and it became watery. “What?! You said it yourself that 'walang iwanan' but now, this time you're leaving everyone!”
She wiped her tears away and tried to be brave. “I’m sorry.”
I wiped my tears away as well. “Your leaving everyone specially Ashny, Kuya Human, Kuya William, Ate Ana and me?”
“Sad to say, but yes, I’ll be leaving. After all it’s my fault anyway. Spicy, could you tell everyone that I won’t forget y’all despite my circumstances and I’m sorry,” After that, her tears fell down again.
I nodded. “For being the spicy of Faminty, I promise to remember you always. Pinky promise?” I asked, stretching my arm for a pinky promise.
She smiled despite the rolling tears. “Yes, pinky promise.” She gave her pinky finger to me and hook into it.
I heard a small cough, so I turned my head.
“We’ll do the best in our power to remember you, Sweetie. But when the time will come that you might forget about us for an instance, then prepare yourself to remember us again,” Kuya Human said, with his expectedly compromising words. Behind him, Faminty members appeared suddenly, and then ran unto us. When they finally arrived, I could see through their cheeks left trails of visible tears.
“Crying is no better that everyone will be ugly. Why don't we make a group hug, everyone?” Kuya William cheered, trying to lift the atmosphere.
“Thank you, Faminty. I will miss you!” Sweetie cried.
After the mourning of everyone, a man covered in black took Sweetie away from our embrace. We tried to get her back but the man was strong and surprisingly she didn’t do any harsh reckless movements. One thing that shocked me was she hugged the man by his neck. I tried to stare at the man and somewhat I felt familiarity on him.
“When will she return home?” Ashny asked out of blue.
No one neither dared to answer nor looked at her. Everyone knew that Sweetie’s homecoming might take a long time. Everyone stood still on the side of the road, we never moved a single muscle. The only gesture was to smile, apparently a smile in bitterness, the eyes filled with tears, because we lose our friend.
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Acak"Written stories' parts that went trashed." "Huh?" "Yeah, indeed. This is a recollection actually because this collection recollected the story parts that were cut off from the stories in this account." "O...kay?" *** Throwing my trunk stories here.
