IT'S MAGIC

PART II CHAPTER 15

There are two little children happily playing in the park, which started on the swing and continued on revolving wheel stand, slide and whatever else that you can play with on a children’s park. Later on, there is a car that stops on the side of the park, and then the boy has to go. He gave the girl his half pendant and kept the other one in himself, but before that, he shows the girl the other half. Then when he’s finally leaving, the girl rushes to him and gives him the yellow pendant as a sign of remembrance. And then they kiss together, and as years pass by, they are just kissing, and I can feel his lips against mine. And when I open my eyes after the kiss, I didn’t get to see his face because he turns away as he vanishes with the thin air so I didn’t get to see his face. Later on, someone also covers my face, and everything’s black then… I can’t breath, I can’t see anything, I can’t move…

            “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” I scream, driving me back into consciousness, jumping to bed half-lying – half-sitting quickly and then giving out a sigh.

            Whew, what a dream! But it has a point though; it seems like it’s the cycle of Ron and my love story. But I failed to get even just a glimpse of his face when we’re grown up, because he’s gone.

            I immediately search for the cold pendant behind my clothes. And as my hand gets a feeling of my chest, I realize that my heart is beating extraordinarily fast. I pull the pendant out, the moon illuminating the shiny gold of the half-moon-shaped pendant so clearly. And as I close my eyes, I remember Ron, and my dream, and our kiss in my dream.

            I may have tried to deny and hide my feelings for Ron, but do I still love him? Does the kiss mean that there is still love? Yeah, I have tried to deny and hide my feelings for Ron, because if I am to love somebody who is real and here, I should finally move on and stop my feelings for the other. I thought that I have finally convinced myself that my love for Ron has been totally gone already, but I guess the dream is just a reminder that it hasn’t.

            Well, what about the part in which something covers my face? Does that mean that someone is trying to lead me away from Ron? Or does that mean that I’m being blinded? I don’t know. But what I do know is that I should just make Ron a living legend inside me, and that he’s not coming back anymore, forever.

            I check my phone, and see that the time is eleven in the late evening. And do you know what I’m thinking? All I want to do is just to get away from the dream, so I have to be awake for a few hours. Even just for this night, I hope I could get away from the dream.

            I get out of my suite, silently and stealthily walking along the hallway illuminated by the chandeliers above me, towards the Brewery room two floors below to get creamy coffee for myself. But when I get to the entrance, all lights are turned off, and the door is closed.

            Seems like this won’t work, so I guess I need someone to talk with. And that someone is definitely not Mylene. ARRRRGH! That girl! I’m still irritated with her talking trash with me last night. And not Lawrence as well, he had been so concerned and bothered this day, so I guess he won’t be a good choice. Not Hannah and Travis either, they have to rest because tomorrow, they will be propped up early for the first scene to be shot. Not Elizabeth and Gabriel either, I’m not close with either one of them, and definitely not with the crew and the production personnel! So I am left with no choice, but with the guy whom I already miss, the guy who would spend time with me, the guy who would be my little brother and guard, Kevin.

            I go up on the third floor where Kevin occupies one suite.

            As I reach there, it’s a lucky thing that his suite is slightly open, and there are streams of pale light from inside. Maybe he forgot to lock the door when he got inside, and maybe he is still awake, or maybe he has gone outside. Well, there’s no harm in checking, anyway.