decisions (n.)
a conclusion or resolution reached after consideration.
CHECKMATE #4
"world-changing decisions are hard to make, but learning you have to sacrifice is even harder."
Life has gone back to normal in the Adelaide Woods five years after t...
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track #04 in eunice raina seyfield
twice // fake and true
THE NEXT morning, I wake up refreshed and smiling, ready to welcome another day of work at the sports centre. I quickly change into my favourite outfit – leggings with a crop top – but I can't help but question why I'm looking forward to going to the sports centre instead of staying in my warm, fluffy bed.
Is it because I await more practicing of some of my favourite things in the world; or because I want to see the boy who makes my heart flutter again?
My phone pings yet again; although already bored of the sound, I pick it up to see a message from Luke, and smile to myself.
luke_.c: i'm sorry i probably can't come to the sports centre in the afternoon today
luke_.c: meet me at the park in 20?
I doubt why he won't be able to come – but I guess myself not practicing for one day won't make much difference, either. I've already mastered the routine – and I'm basically just going there for the mission. Because we're not making much progress with the mission, I decide to give Luke the benefit of the doubt.
I type back excitedly, my thumbs clicking against the screen of my phone.
euniceraina.s: okay sure!
***
The baby blue of the sky blended in admirably and perfectly with the vastness of the clean, soft lake water. It was beautiful, just like a painted masterpiece by Picasso that had come to life right in front of my eyes. The water sparkled with an objective purity; so pretty, so clear, and so gentle. It rocked and swayed until it came to a stop; the water glasslike to the point that you could see the bottom of the pool, where the pebbles kind of formed a smiley face, grinning up at me.
Luke and I took a delicate, silent stroll around the pond, arms linked, as if time had no constraints; no bearings, on our souls. It ticked by, second by second, and I swore to make the best of the passing time, staring into the enticing scenery.
The lavender and magenta sky awoke my mind, opening a new part of me I had forgotten existed, as our sneakers brushed against the hard cobblestone path which wound around the lake in the middle of our childhood park. The trees swayed in the cool dawn wind, and I chuckled at the rustling sounds of the leaves. The birds chirped, flying above us in the bright morning sky – they were free, as I hoped to be. Not in this awkward position between Byrok and the Adelaide Woods.
