Notes and Kisses

Ocho

Ocho

I was waiting for M to arrive. I had walked the shore twice already and this would be my third. I arrived here at the beach at exactly six like what he had told me. Where was he?

                The thing that’s been circling in my mind right now was, I would be meeting M now. There would be no more mysterious poems given by random people. I would be able to see what he looked like. If he was Stephen or Aaron, then I knew already what M would look like. Maybe M was not Stephen or Aaron. Maybe he just made me confuse so I would think that either of those two guys was him when in reality was not.

                It’s hard to think who really he was. There’s a lot of question I wanted to ask him. Why didn’t he just show his self to me? Or why did he have to let people give his poem to me? I wanted some answers and hopefully he could give me the answers to it.

                 “Carter?” I stopped walking when I heard a very familiar voice. It was slightly different but I could tell that that was him… M.

                I didn’t know if I should turn around now and face him and see who he was. It was like my feet were glued and there was nothing else I could do. I wanted to turn around now, but why couldn’t I?

                 “Hi,” he said. He was just behind me. “Aren’t you going to turn around?”

                And that was my cue.

                I turned around. When I saw his face, I didn’t know how I should react. Would I be surprised? Betrayed? Glad? Angry? I didn’t know. I was at a loss for words. Even my voice had disappeared and there’s nothing inside my head.

                He smiled sheepishly. “I figured you already knew,” he mumbled.

                Aaron Fletcher was M.

                This Aaron that was in front of me was a different Aaron at school. He’s much more serious. He had this sign in his face saying, “Get lost.” and “Don’t get near me.” How would I react? The questions that I wanted to ask him disappeared in my head. There’s nothing remained inside. All I could think was… how?

                I was quiet the whole time; he was, too, actually. All we could hear were the waves crashing to our feet. Even the people who were in there, having a night out swimming or barbeque picnic, I couldn’t hear them. They all disappeared in my hearing. My eyes were only focus to his face. Unlike him, he was looking down, feeling a little sheepish.

                He handed me a piece of paper. It just looked like the notepad of Stephen that I saw in his car. “Read that first before we talk.”

                So that’s what I did, because obviously, I couldn’t talk right now.

                Carter,

                            Surprise, surprise

                            Now we see the dice

                            As it rolls on the top of ice

                            You might hate me with these lies.

                              Hi. I’m sorry for doing this. I knew that it freaked you out. And maybe there were some questions in your head that you want to have some answers. Ask them all to me and I’ll do my very best to give you an answer that will satisfy you.