I found myself at 2am and wide awake, I can't doze for my nightmares spoke evocatively of my terrible past. I always kept seeing the scene where he turned his back at me, walked away without saying a single word and left me clutching the agony of losing him these past few months. I feel this small room has gotten wider and expanding the scar in my heart, slowly and deadly choking the silence of this poisonous feeling. I know it was wrong from the start, so wrong to love him. Oh boy, why did I go against my insticts? So here I am, left with a vow; a vow that I will never let my guards go down again and make another charlatan guy leave a trail of dejection in my heart.
School's in. Winter break is out. It's time to rock out the books and make the clanging noise of pens be heard. Transform my hair, pick a new fashion sense, wear a dazzling smile and off to school.
I am Lian Talmadge. A simple girl full of aspirations, blessed with golden voice, gifted hands of writing the truth and a consistent top one of the class.
As I walked through the hall, I avert my gaze to spot some revolutions made on the institution but I ended up on keeping a sketchpad I found laying on the corridors. It's funny to think why I picked this. But when I had the chance to open this, the magic began casting a spell where my soul was forced to arrive at the gates of ecstasy. In the deepest part of me, a tiny flame was lighted and my whole heart became ignited because of the sketches made by a proficient artist. The drawings articulates the ideal girl of that man, a girl with rocking spirits, fabulously simple, nice, smart, and has the passion of writing. For every page I was flipping, I felt he was drawing me perfectly. I was love strucked with this sketch pad as well as the artist but I should know I had my limitations to encroach the game of spades and hearts. So I decided to make this my stimulation to the climb the peak of success while I find the owner of this sketchpad.
One morning, as I made my way through our classroom, a guy suddenly bumped me.
''Mister, watch out sometime in the future'' I utter while I'm picking my fallen books.
'' I'm really sorry miss, I didn't watched my way, my bad'' he replied while he helped me in gathering my things.
Suddenly a spark electrified my soul as I heed his soothing voice. Then we stand from our position and see our faces. My heart swiftly produced clamouring sounds and beat in octaves.
''Oh miss, I'm really sorry. how can I ever repay to you?'' he asked
''Hmm. Don't bother. It's not a big deal'' I answered back
''Please. Can I?'' he pleaded
''Okay! Take responsibility because you insisted on repaying'' I said
''Thank goodness, I don't really like having a debt. Hahaha. So what is it?'' he excitedly said
'' I've been having a hard time looking for the owner of this sketch pad and I'm so In love with the artist and I want to meet him. Maybe you can help with that.'' I responded
As I look at him my heart can't stop banging. It felt like I was in a trance under his magical brush and like he was creating a masterpiece from the hues he have and intended to put me on it too.
''Oh okay! Sure. By the way I'm Ralden Villamor, afternoon. 4pm at the gate. I'll be seeing you'' he answered while waving goodbye to me.
It is dismissal time and I can't wait! I could hardly conceal my exhilaration as I walked towards the gate. As I arrive there, I saw him staring at me closely.
''Oh well, you're twelve minutes late. So come on, we'll begin finding the lost man'' he happily said to me.
By that time forward, we had great time together while we rummage around the school to find the artist. Whenever he says my name when we meet, it feels like I am flying because of the euphoric feeling he's giving. It feels like I don't want time to be running because every second with him feels so right. Indeed, he captivated all of me. I am intoxicated in this fantasy. Whenever he drives me home, his last words continues to echo through the walls of my heart and every time I'm with him, I feel like we're revolving around the planet and we create one whole constellation.Then, one day dawn breaks colder than I've ever seen before and I'm driven to tears by anxiety, he always whisper "It'll be okay'' and all the pieces rebuild again. I was falling in love. Call it weird but this love is something I can't ignore.
One day, I decided to tell everything to him that I don't care about the artist anymore for I am much contented with the present situation which is him painting happiness in my life. On with my favourite dress, basking in the starry skies limelight with pride, desperately going to his arm and ever after.
As I knocked to his door, his mother gradually opened it.
''Good evening madam, is Ralden here?'' I asked
'' Oh sorry darling, Ralden just got a scholarship on Tennessee Arts and he had his flight yesterday, did he not tell you?'' replied of his mom with caring accent
'' Oh, sorry to disturb you. See you another time ma'am'' I uttered with bitterness
The colour of the sky, the scent of wind, the depth of sea, the flow of time, the pain of scars, The depth of your love and voice was lost in one snap of destiny. The door is opening to you who are heading far with me being vulnerable. I know my days will be dyed into innumerable tears and numeroues days that are full of hope that our broken melody can be saved. But I know you're not coming back. Farewell life that seemed to be attached with depictions of crimson. Goodbye bittersweet unrequited love.
After two years, I moved on with the reality he will not come back. It's winter and the night is bringing a chilly air, and I can feel the racing of my heart as the snow falls. Sitting on the swing, I looked up and a shooting star drifts across the sky and make its way across the night around the world. I wished upon that voiceless star to watcher over Ralden. Then I remembered our walk in the park where he gave me a necklace I treasured until now and the tears came rushing while the trees go blowing and dancing.
Then...
''There you are!'' a familiar voice shouted behind me
''Who are you!'' I replied with a shaky voice
''Ralden here! How are you?'' he responded
''Do you think I'm fine when you didn't even said goodbye, jerk!!?'' I riposte
'' Sorry, but here's the news I found that artist!'' he answered
'' Really? Where is he? Who?'' I lazily replied
'' Me'' replied Ralden
'' Don't ecen start that funny story Ralden, where is he? Come on!'' I answered
''Okay! I'm not fooling around. I am the artist! Look I'm sorry I lied and gave you a hard time looking for me but seriously I fell in love with you when I first met you. My heart came thumping and I can't stop it. You're my ideal girl Lian, believe me.'' Ralden uttered
'' Well yeah? Prove it! I'm not a fool to believe in your sweet lies'' I said
'' Give me a pad and a pen and I'll draw the 12th sketch in the sketch pad.'' Encouraging words I should believe
I gave him what he asked and he drew. I never realized that he was a truly artist. As he drew, I looked for the sketch pad and memorized the drawing on the 12th page. He finished it within a skillful time and he was precise. He drew the same thing. He is the artist I fallen for. All the time I never realized he would be my Painter.
'' You! You made me look a fool for searching you and you are the one who own that sketch pad and you didn't even said it was you. Do you know how much effort I put on finding you! I hate you.'' But he didn't let me finish my lines instead he kissed me.
I was paralyzed. I can't move.
'' I love you Lian Talmadge! He screamed
'' I love you too Ralden Villamor'' I shyly replied.
Clouds clear the way for the constellations who paint reflections of Ralden and Me in their eyes. The wind blows painting the atmosphere with dancing lights of white.
In Canvas of dusk, we watched a bright yellow of sunrise going up, and our compensating love being painted throughout the history.
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Sketch of an Unrequited Love (Trilogy)
General Fiction"Would you leave me in a world with you?"
