Perfect (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 4.25: Clouds

Chapter 4.25: Clouds

              Each night and each day, clouds of different forms passed by Ethan’s cold eyes. Each shattered glass in each spilled milk, we frown. We feel bad. How dense the clouds are, how dense our emotions are.

Days travel and nights do sleep.

Each radiance that shines in forth they slip.

              As the sunlight that peeked through the slits of Walter High, and the moonlight that illuminated the vacancy, time passed by, games were played, publications told stories, secrets were kept.

              Clouds were present in those moments, each time, each minute. They waited above, for us to look and make us realize how every day was like, how our emotions rotate in circles, how joy and sorrow played our character.

              Seasons changed above Walter High and those clouds still sat where they were, waiting for me to look and stare. I grin. Some just appeared dense yet some appear dynamic. I grin once more. Maybe, just maybe, someone was right. Someone was right about me, that I am not a failure; that I am not a loser.

              …

              “When’s the graduation, Sir?” Sebastian asked Mr. Paul who’s recently at the teacher’s desk.

              Mr. Paul looked up after gulping on his grand watermelon fruit shake and abruptly replied, “In… Two months.”

              Sebastian smiled back as his mentor seemed to compliment his accomplishment in high school. Now, his years as a senior and as a student were finally going over the hedge. Congratulations! His long list of girls seemed to compensate his goal to be married through a kiss with fifty of their kind. Somehow, his rocky body of muscles had been a proof of it. He wasn’t leaving a memory of pleasure nor an image of perfection but a vision of something purely unexpected.

              “I think I need to go now, Sir. Thank you!” he smiled again.

              Sebastian walked down the bisque halls for the last time. He smiled as he charmed one last heart in Walter High with a cloth of pink, fuchsia, magenta. Every feminine eye pasted themselves on Sebastian as he hand-ironed his sleeves. Every feminine heart wanted to touch him, be with him or eat with him even for a minute. He was a sweetheart… and probably, he might not always be.

              …

              “That’s quite gay, homo!” Arsenal protested from Ethan’s decision to create a musical drama for their arts presentation. “That is not good. Very gay.”

              “Don’t expect another Romeo and Juliet for this quarter. Please, that story is kinda worn out,” Ethan said with a pair of twitching palms.

              Arsenal arched his eyebrow, “Then what? Wicked? It is so unrealistic.”

              Ethan smirked, “Do you think R and J is? It is actually. So you want another real life version of R and J wherein two persons meet and have a life of a love bird and kill themselves when someone dies?”

              “Precisely!” Arsenal yelled and Ethan groaned, “It is a bad idea.”

              “Don’t try to confront me, homo, because you are nothing but a tiny spec of mercury left inside a bottle. Got it?”