A Cup of Fate

10th Phase (Part II): Reflected Silhouette

10th Phase (Part II): Reflected Silhouette

Niall has been driving, making our way to the Big Ben- which is the next stop on our list. I sit comfortably on the passenger's seat covered in leather. I place my elbow flat on the arm rest of the seat, my chin resting on my frigid livid palms. I watch the world pass by me as it changes into a complete blur, the farther and faster we go. The speed is enough for me to devour the aesthetic abstract of the different pieces of the light's spectrum and the motion blurred pictures being captured by my own two eyes. They are like discordant puzzle pieces put together even if they're all misfits. The two contradicting images makes a perfect masterpiece. It makes sense, but at the same time, it left me puzzled. 

Everything in this world is contradicting, like a downpour on a summer day; or when you've answered an entire test and at the bottom page is an instruction of 'do not answer the first part.' or when you think your world is going in the right direction, you already reached your dead-end- or probably.... probably, loving someone you hate. Whatever it is, it just seems utterly not right. It doesn't make sense. But somehow, in between those incoherent signs, we completely understand it. We just don't let yourself to take it all in- because we're afraid. 

As I watch the picture come and go, forming different abstracts, a silhouette appears out of the blue on the fogged window. The pictures of the past comes alive through the glass. Vivid memories flashes through the tinted window as I relish all the good thoughts along with the bad ones.No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to separate those two. It's always the good and the bad- never just good; never bad alone. 

As time ran by, the tension inside the car stiffens. Solitude serves as a huge boundary of wall between me and Niall, making both of us unable to utter even a small word. I avert my gaze to Niall, driving. His eyes are glued on the road. I watch the pine tree hanging on the rear-view mirror as I see my eyes, catching a glimpse of my own iris that looked like the black-flecked deep brown of pecan shells- and with them, is another pair of blue ones. Our sights meet in a matter of seconds. None of us blinks. I watch the colors of his eyes change its blue shade. His sky-blue eyes became bleached colored like the high-noon Texas sky, the longer I stare into them. I feel the lengthy stare between our eyes and as I do, I trail my gaze away from his. 

“Eyes on the road, Niall. You don’t want to get into an accident.” I say amicably, moistening my dehydrated pursed lips. He quickly diverts back his eyes on the road. I draw a deep breath, then bite my lip. My phone vibrates in my pocket, making me jerk in bewilderment. I cautiously take my phone out, seeing Lou's picture flashing on the screen. 

“Lou,”

“Maggie! Where are you?” Lou's raucous and distressed tone makes my ears cry out in anguish. 

“I’m with Niall. He’s touring me around London today- in which you should be doing, by the way.” I answer back, being blatant with my thoughts. 

“Why didn’t you tell me, then? I got worried. You could, at least, let me know.” Lou admonishes, sounding a little perturbed.

“I’m sorry. I forgot.”I lower my head, apologizing, catching a sight of my feet placing firmly on the car's carpeted floor. 

“Anyway, the other lads need Niall right now and-” Lou's voice trais off as I hear a clamor on the other end of the line.  

“Nialler! We badly need you! Zayn misses you already!” A keen and treble voice shrieks on the phone, making my ears agonize in extreme torture. 

“Put a sock in it Louis. Niall’s not on the phone; Maggie is.” I hear Lou rebuking Louis. Another clatter is produced on the other end of the phone. Clearly, there has been a commotion in Lou's place.