AMA-Con: The Compilation

Closure

Written by: @cai_ADMC 

Prompt: for closure 

Prompt by: @truelee90

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God tailored her for him. A perfection to an imperfect him. The happiness that he has forgotten as he stepped into his maturity. She completes his shortcomings. At least two remaining parts of the puzzle to complete the 98 jigsaw pieces of his personality. Her voice is the coffee to start up his brain, the light on her face is the warm shower taken in the morning, and her boisterous laugh is his breakfast. She is his mirror. She is Earth and he's the moon. He's the sailor that sailed the ship for almost all his life and she's the land amidst the vast ocean. It is an understatement if someone says that she gives him life. Because she's not. She is his life, his everything.

He dreamt of her, spoke about her, prayed for her. Because the life he chose for himself, almost everyone is fake, some gave scary smiles, a few give cold embraces. And he's fed up with all the bullshit, he didn't need them anymore. When he finally found her, when the simple dreams became a reality, when his prayers were answered, he never let go.

They say that not all people find true love. Some even say that forever is a joke told to those that are willing to be fooled. He begs to differ, because he found his.

When he was a kid, RJ remembered being given a very big marble. He loved it because it was different amongst his collection of marbles. It was a dark violet, too dark that some of his friends thought that it was black. But he discovered that its hue changes when hit by the sunlight, soaked in water, rolled on the grass. And he was captured by its magic.

It was always inside his pocket wherever he goes. He rolled it between his fingers, a sign that it was still there, waiting to be played later on. He carried it at school, boasted it to his classmates and he saw the envy in their eyes. His childish heart was proud because he had the best marble of all.

And his favorite marble was tough. It never cracked no matter how many times he dropped it; he knew where it is anytime he needed it, wiping it almost every day to make it shine. This big marble was his favorite.

One day when he woke up from an afternoon siesta, he automatically checked the underside of his pillow to get his marble. He and his friends planned to go to the playground that day to play with their stack of marbles. He was so excited because his favorite marble won him so many, three bags filled with these crystals were the obvious result.

With eyebrows raised, he lifted his pillows. None. He went on all fours and checked under his bed. None. He upended almost all of his toys. None.

He could feel the sobs coming, lips furling in annoyance and his voice cracked as he called his Mommy.

They looked everywhere, his Mommy asking him to give up and she'd just buy him a new one. He didn't answer her for a reason he couldn't fathom back then. He didn't play with his friends after and he won't ever without his favorite toy because other marbles won't cut it. Every other marbles paled in comparison. The other marbles were nothing.

Maine was his marble and he told her that, expressed her that, and showered her with that. He was so happy because he had the best woman in the world. Everyone envied him, and the childish part of him that remained until now was proud.

He took care of her and made her his princess---heck, he made her a queen. He placed her above the pedestal, above everyone else. Because he knew she deserved it. He knew what was best for her.