Tragically Yours

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I found myself sitting back in front of the steering wheel as I heave out a soft sigh as I adjusted the front mirror before driving away from the theater. Every moment has an ending, in this situation, my birthday party had ended, and it's time for everyone to go home. Well, I don't know about the others since when I was heading out the door, there are still numerous of people hanging out in the theater. Maybe I'm that person who leaves first at a party, it's also a bit ironic since it's supposed to be my birthday party. Eh, too late to head back to the theater now, I've already started my car engine.

As I drove away from the parking and to the road, I try to recollect the things that had happened in the theater. Right before I leave, I make sure to say my goodbyes to every single person in that theater. I really did walk around just to say goodbye to everyone because I know each one of them had contributed to this birthday party. Not only I said my goodbyes, I also told them how much I appreciate their efforts. Of course because of me walking around the theater, it's only a matter of time for me to bump into Stella again. After I said goodbye to her, she asked me the full name of Gail. Of course, I'm a bit tired to try to convince her to not help me, so I cave out and told her Gail's full name.

Gail Kellyn. After all these years, I can't help but to think of her face every time my mind mentions her name. This might be a fantastic birthday party, but my favorite birthday party had happened in the past. It's Gail and me, making love on a warm bed, but our hugs are warmer. Throughout that day, we did all the things that lovers love to do. But that was in the past, but thinking about it puts a bittersweet smile on my face. If only birthday wishes do come true because if it did, Gail would have been sitting on the passenger seat with me, recollecting the stuff we did that made us laugh.

I heave out another soft sigh before steering my car around a building. Would it be spectacular if the moment I turn my car around a building, I would see her familiar blonde hair swaying alongside the lush green bush around her? Sadly, that only happens in one of those novels Ethan read in his spare time. Oh wait, that's one of the plots of the book he made me read. After all those time, I finally remember what had occurred in that book. Another thing to cross off my list of things to remember. What was the other thing I have to do once I got home? Oh yeah, I have to write a letter addressed to Gail's childhood home.

Just thinking about her childhood home sends shivers down my spine. That's the same home her unsupportive parents also lives. That is also where my mother works to earn enough for my education. Every bad memories of that place had quickly replaced by those numerous little moments Gail and I shared. I remember us sneaking out to that small hedge maze they had. We laugh and laugh at how horrible our sense of direction until we finally found our way to the center of the maze. Once we both had calmed down from laughing too much, the moment had slowly changed into something intimate. Something neither of us were familiar with before. In an instance, I had found myself leaning down for my lips to touch hers. It feels like the perfect thing to do at that moment. Luckily, she also had a clue of what was supposed to happen, and she kisses me back. I don't recall how long the kiss had lasted, but all I remember on that moment was the kiss gave me butterflies in my stomach, similar to the moment I've met her. After that kiss, we both smile and laugh, and it surprisingly felt natural to us. There are no awkward moments or anything. After that moment died down, we begin to thread back out the hedge maze-our sense of direction is still bad, especially after that mind-blowing kiss we shared.

Something cold and sharp suddenly strike my chest and I did my best to keep my focus on the road and not on the heavy prickly sensation I'm feeling. I need to steady my breathing, I can't have a car accident while being this close to reach home. It seems like my breathing is the last thing I should be worried about, since my vision suddenly became a bit distorted by the tears building up. Before I could feel adamant to go home, I pull my car on the side of the road and let the tears fall. Crying on my birthday seems to be on my to-do list today, huh? God, just the thought of people walking by seeing a grown man cry inside his car seems to be a depressing sight. For some reason, I didn't seem to care the thought occurring in my mind. All I care is letting all of these out of my system.