A Cup of Fate

2nd Phase: Of Old Ruins and Walls

2nd Phase: Of Old Ruins and Walls

I flutter my eyes open with my star-painted ceiling bidding me good morning. A grin brings existence onto my lips to the sight of the remarkable, not so masterpiece of mine. I can still elicit the moment me and my dad painted these four walls surrounding me and the stretched ceiling hovering at me. They were so neatly painted with clean white color- but they were empty. It felt empty.

Even when I was a child, I have this hobby of looking out to the stars hanging freely at night before I hit the bed. My mom would always reprimands me for staying outside when the sun had already set and only the moon with the company of stars shone at the dark painted sky. She said that I might catch a cold for staying outside, but I would always reply her with the words, "No. I'm catching the magic dust of the stars, mom."

I used to think that the non-existent magic dust of the stars would give me some sort of supernatural powers- but I never fully understand my words until now. I think that we are all innocent children begging for miracles, wishing that through these stars, our lives would be better. These stars give us hope- a needy hope- a desperate hope. The stars purposely placed above me take a careful watch of me every single night. These stars have seen my dreams, my troubles, my fears, my happiness, my pain. They see it all evidently like no one else does. They are there to guide me from my own childish fears. To tell me I’m not alone. And that there is hope- there is tomorrow.

I shift my gaze to the right side of my bed only to take sight of the time. It is 12:00 noon already. I must have over slept. I rub my eyes with my clenched knuckles then rise up lazily from bed. I walk the floor from the edge of my bed to the huge mirror staring intently at me. I stand in front of the mirror for like two minutes just staring at myself trying to wake my body up talking to my own self.

"What are you looking at?"

I would think of all these things to rouse my body up, but I know for myself that none of those will work- they never do. I decide to do the worst way to wake one's self up: splash myself with some water. I do all the things a normal person would do when they wake up. I take a bath, brush my teeth and all those things that would be unnecessary to mention or even utter. No one would be interested in listening to someone talking about how she preps herself up in the morning. No- that's completely stupid. 

I check my watch. It read 1:00 PM. I put my hair into a pony tail. I grab my keys, my wallet and my phone and set off to the mall. After some time of roaming around and refamiliarizing myself with the same mall I used to go to, I head straight to a cafe to grab some coffee and probably to eat something.

The moment I enter the coffee scented place, I feel like I am home. I miss the place a lot. The last time I was here, my world almost burn into ashes. Almost. That is why we leave- to prevent more damage. To stop the fire. But I guess we’ll always come back home. No matter what we do, we will eventually go back. This place, right here, will always be my sanctuary and nothing can ever change that. 

“One dark mocha frapp please, and a banoffee pie.” I order as I scroll through my phone.

“Maggie?” A familiar voice calls my name. I look up.

“Gab,” I smile. It was nice to see Gabby after four years. She still look the same. The familiarity of her face was still like the last time I saw her- her black hair tied neatly on the back of her head, her gray eyes still shine whenever light strikes them, and her undeniably cute freckles. I miss this kid.

“Hi! I didn’t know you came back.” She greets with a huge grin. I slide my phone in my pocket and sit next to the counter.

“Well, I like to keep it intact for a quite while. I see you still work here.” My hands begin to fumble with whatever object its reach can hold.