In my 17th February...
One's view is unlike other views__
Sparkling like constellations and bright in the dark like shimmering stars that lights up at night. That view of mine was in someone's eyes.
A rainy day in the afternoon after class. The umbrellas by our room gate were all taken away by people that has to go home to their parents or it's either their family related people. Some has to go to their shop or maybe not. Some
wants to go somewhere. Some has to vi- sit someone and some has to go to their love ones.
The rain drops as the people pass by. It is the month of February on the year of 2023. Droplets fell like crystals coming from the dark and foggy grey sky with grey-ish clouds like a cotton candy.
I was walking pass a building thus it is tall and has four floors. That building has two stairs; one that's put on the outside which is color green and the other, in the inside., same color as the building. The color I saw with my eyes were yellow-ish cream.
Inside that building, 1st floor, 2nd room, my eyes peeked on the window unconsciously and caught myself glancing on someone. My eyes were locked to his back looking to his hands that writes. It's either in the 3rd or 2nd row, he is sitting on. That row of seats are by the 2nd front door., a front door that is opened and the chalkboard is visible to see.
My eyes was filled with curiosity.
Thus, that person is the one I admire.,
-- My classmate back at kinder-
garten whom I never talked to although the first person who I first remembered the moment j looked back to our class picture.
Not only my eyes but my heart are filled with curiosity. I flashed back on what I was doing and remembered something that I have to ask him. Two of my friends were there, resisting on asking him about coming to the event tomorrow, Saturday when now is the chance to ask, Friday.
I asked myself that was just stan-
ding and holding its fist if I should ask. A simple question and one can't ask feels so stupid.
As I went inside to ask, "are you going to come at the fun run tomorrow
?", He moved to his actual seat. I went to our english subject teacher which is
their adviser and after , I saw him so I went and asked.,, I asked him.He wasn't
looking at me but heard my voice blur-
ry.
His answer was " hm? " and I re-
peated the question closer to him. At
that moment, he turned around. He
nods. Our eyes met. I can hear the rain,
no other noise as if the time froze. His eyes were shining under the light of the room. On my blurry memory, his eyes were black, him wearing a blue mask; the mask he always wear and his face were cover with calmness.
Neither if he has dark or light eyes, none of it will change. His hair was still long; describing his bangs, it's not like how long a girl's hair would be. His presence in front of me, I feel too stunned.His eyes were like the darkness
of an abyss. That abyss was seen by someone and the abyss brightened up as if it wasn't at the bottom of the ocean. I can feel and hear my heart beat as if a whale shark was about to eat, thorn me into pieces and swallow me up.
In that short eye contact, my in-
er eye, I can feel it widen up. Although it was just short, words began to echo inside my head.
Echoing and following the beat of my heart..
His eyes sparkles in my vision even at the moment I left the room.
One's view is unlike the others.
Views are supposed to be landscapes but in one's view, it can be anything.
Anything.
ANYTHING that caught one's eye and the memory of that vision one can't and don't want to forget as it sparkles under the light of
BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES.
Fin.
