Leave Past; Live Past

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That story, how can I say it? Where do I start?

“Old man is worried sick of you, by the way drop the act. I found it amusing at least,” he said before closing the car door, with a smirk on his face.

“You’ve put on quite a show yourself, bravo.” Clapping sarcastically, smug as she could be.

“I’m not deserving of such recognition, but rather the limelight is yours alone. Teach me how to stutter like you do, in exchange I can impart knowledge on how to restrain laughter when facing challenging moments such as you—my little sister,” he jested.

“Please, you don’t need my techniques. I learned from the best anyway, honestly pretentious someone called you—brother.”

“I count that as a compliment, tell me. Did you create bizarre background happenings to her? You know that we must maintain a clean image, we’ll receive mashed-battered scoldings if rumours arise.” The air drastically changed, carrying a hint of masked intent.

“Your mood is off, she’s just jumping to conclusions on her own. Unlike you, she’s such a mood to be with. I honestly enjoyed her story and it’s intriguing, you’re just too dense to comprehend my signal from before and it’s truly upsetting—you’re a lost cause.” Constant hand movements meddling with something as her face shows signs of difficulty. He looked at what she’s so busy at and saw her peeling a quail egg, there he saw another way to tease.

“There, all done—” she voiced as she was about to feast on it, luck is just not on her side. “Whatever, no use arguing with someone immature.” Victoriously snatched and currently nibbling on it while driving personally.

How to say that the protagonist is not a she but a he? The conclusion of my whole life is a lie, a type of scenario. Would you still want to hear his story or prefer her?

Unclasping the brassiere he wore all day long, though it didn’t serve its sole purpose of supporting breasts for she is a he, it became necessary for foolproof living as it marks when specific circumstances appear. He prefers to wear unisex clothes rather than gender specific ones, well he isn’t blessed in life therefore repeating them is inevitable.

“Hubby asked me if these things suit her, definitely I chose the best ones for her but the plot twist is I’m the one who’ll put them to use. If I had known I would’ve certainly picked boyish items rather than all-out girly sets, I’m doomed. The clothes are my worst enemies, I couldn’t stand being with them for it deteriorates my lifespan-just imagining myself wearing those gives me goosebumps.” Nagging only to self for he fully admits that the one to blame is himself, karma is real. “I even sacrificed the last piece of quail egg for the child, I hope it’s in a good stomach right now. Let my incompetence save you a spot somewhere, just somewhere . . . ” Laughs awkwardly after making a scene of his own. Exhaustion seeps in, causing one to lose consciousness gradually until one knocks down from welcoming slumber.

“Mom, why is it mandatory that I of all humans must live my life as a girl?” A silent night surpassed the limits and became muted, like the entirety of masses were restricted to bulge an inch.
“ . . . ” inaudible words came out of her mouth, it seemed as even though the world got petrified he still wouldn’t be able to comprehend the reason behind what he heard. Pondering about it for a while turned to something deep, more than he couldn't sleep a wink that night.
“I can’t seem to crack the code, how bothersome. Still, no secrets are bound to be sealed—I’ll figure it out someday, don’t know what to formulate after that someday so come what may.” Letting off the cameo appearance of the story in a positive feedback.

“You’re not punctual per se,” said out loud. “What time is it?” she asked generally while seated at the dining table along with various guests.

“No one asked for a time check, thanks for your concern—random lady.” Being toasted right away, nonchalantly making way and comfortably seated with them. Offended by the statement released just now, the lady emits fuming ill emotions. Satisfied by ruining someone’s day, she proceeded and ignored her while showing direct respect to the one atop the family pyramid by bowing as her lips arks for a smile only to him—her father, others assumed at a beat and returned the greetings as she stayed indifferent toward them; maintaining a poker face. Had her courtesy acknowledged, she joined to dine with them.

“Sorry for her behavior, maybe she's just on her period—”

“Don't spread groundless rumors, just tell them straightly that I don’t like you. Do you want to do the honors, perhaps?” Unbothered exposing and minding her own business as she finds the whole setting not deserving of attention. The tension between them seems to get heavy or so the others perceive.

“Are you purposely trying to leave a bad impression or just blatantly embarrassing me?”

“Lady, you have no front to keep. Just because you slithered your way into our family doesn’t mean that you’ve got what it takes to live with class, with all due respect.” It impacted greatly to her composure as she exploded on the spot, guards immediately took care of her for disturbing peace as per what the patriarch ordered behind the scenes. “I apologize for the hassle I’ve stirred, our family would compensate for the nonsensical summons that occurred today in accordance with the wasted time and possible damages the discussion brought. Our butler would see you out, kindly see them out.” In a blink of an eye, the whole situation is taken care of and it’s just them both left on the table.

“Dad, I think we talked enough about these things. Don’t introduce someone incompetent with puny ideas to me again, I even altered my plans for this.”

“I’ve had my fair share of her idiocy also, thanks for taking care of them as usual. I’ll be a better judge of character from now on,” he dictated.

“Whatever, do what you want and just act the part then we’ll have no troubles whatsoever. I’ll take my leave for I also had a fair share of fun, goodnight dad.” Snickering as she approaches the door, taking a roundabout path in an aloof manner.

“He who’s willing to flip the earth once flattened, it’s just a battle against time and the chances are slim. Unbearable suffering would befall those near, even death would be seen heartily as an escape. Mark my words, never again.”

Waking up that feels like participating in an extreme sport, where you continuously seek for air as your breath couldn’t catch up with you, birthing sprouts of water questionably as it drips down a cold road, deafening beats randomly triggered though intangible and hearing disabled. He only relied on time, closing his eyes as things started to settle eventually. “I thought these visits are long gone, I guess it got triggered for goodness’ sake. I’ve already got a lot on my plate, give me a break.”