His Guitar, His Music (One Shot)

HGHM (ONE SHOT)

A man with multiple talents. A girl with no talent. A guitar. A love story. An ending.

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It all happened with I was sixteen. The year where love stories started. I remembered being sent to a boarding school. I remembered crying. I remembered loneliness. I remembered being far far away from home. I knew then that it was just temporary. But I still got scared.

I looked back to my parents one last time before going in the airport. My tears won't fall. My throat went dry. I kept swallowing hard hoping to see a familiar face but none showed up.

I waited for a long time before a teacher came. She said I was too early. The flight was 2:00 in the afternoon and it's just 8 in the morning.

The teacher was nice. I later found out that she's our group teacher. The one that will handle our group.

Let me introduce myself. I am Jena Coleen. Sixteen years old. I'll be studying for two months abroad. But I'm not alone. We have 20 students for this study tour. I am the only one here for now.

"19 more to wait." I said to the teacher.

Time passed. My tour mates came one by one. We were all but strangers but I knew then that we will all be friends soon.

I was getting more excited as two o'clock was getting near. I'm finally ridding an airplane!

Two o'clock came and the twenty of us got in to the plane.

Hours passed by. The plane ride was over. I made friends with two girls on the plane. One of them was my dorm mate. The other later became my squad mate.

We rode a bus silently. Everybody must be tired of the plane trip.

I remembered seeing that school for the first time. Where it all begun.

Where I first saw you.

You were playing basketball with your friends one afternoon while my friends and I were having a walk on the field because we ate too full. The field was beside the basketball court. If my friend didn't force us all to watch basketball, I probably wouldn't notice you for the first time.

Funny how simple things like watching you play will turn to a daily routine.

I remembered watching your game with the local students. Eventhough your team didn't win, in my heart, you were the winner. And I adore you the most.

I didn't know that the simple admiration can grew to something called love. I will watch your every practice and hope to be friends with you someday.

I remembered transferring to other classes because I hate my class. I was so surprise to found out that I'll be attending the same class as you. You don't know how happy I am.

At class you often laugh. You tell jokes. I knew then that I was falling. Falling harder and harder day by day.

I remembered not being chosen by the dance class, but all my friends were. I'm lonely. I sat with no one in the class because my friends weren't there. But then you came. You sat beside me. You talked to me. You even smiled and laughed at my jokes. That time my heart was beating so fast I that thought it might burst. I didn't know what to feel. Happy? Surprised? Emotional?

But then something dominated all those feelings. You know what?

I have fallen in love with you.

When I first saw you holding a guitar in the music room I was so shocked that I don't know what to do. I didn't expect you to play musical instruments. You started playing the guitar. The melody was hallucinating, it was extremely good. You, not only good at basketball but also good in playing guitar. You're so talented.

We started to get close when the study tour's getting over. I finally got the chance to know you little by little.

You are a very kind person.

The most memorable moment I had with you was..

It's really late that time. I'm on the second floor's balcony, eating midnight snacks while looking at the view below.

You passed by. You looked up. Our eyes locked. You smiled and said "you are very matakaw pala."

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Days pass by so fast when you are enjoying it. The tour ended without us bidding good bye.

The truth is I'm hiding from you because I hate saying good byes. Because I know that we will meet again. Not soon but in the future.

If we meet, I would like to see you play your guitar. Hear your music.

You are talented. I love all your talents. But what I love the most is..

Your guitar. Your music.

MM, I AM THE SHORT GIRL WITH SHORT HAIR. I HOPE I COULD TURN BACK TIME TO WHERE WE FIRST MEET. I HOPE TO GET TO KNOW YOU MORE. I LIKE YOU!

This is my sixteen-year-old-one-sided-love-story. Thanks for reading!