Author: hazelnsm
Prompt: RJ's bucket list
Prompter: writingmaichard
I can hear the muffled claps of thunder and the pelting of rain on my glass wall overlooking the ocean. It's pouring hard again, and I'm stuck here, these four walls of my room staring back at me. I have come to love it now. Because of you. Are you happy that you've rubbed off your love of rain on me?
Yesterday, I walked home. I didn't care that my backpack wasn't waterproof. I didn't care that Tatay's and Kuya's important papers were in it. Heck, I didn't care that my laptop was in it. I didn't care that I was wearing my white kicks and that my maroon pullover was sticking to my body. I didn't care that I might get sick and suffer two (or more) weeks of cough and cold. I couldn't care less. Rain was long overdue, so I walked through it. I walked and savored the feeling, discreetly dancing when I think no one was watching. It was fun. It was refreshing. It was relaxing. I felt safe. I was with you.
It's still unusually dark outside. I was told that there was a storm coming. Maybe it already made a landfall. I can see palm trees nearby, their leaves being swayed everywhere by the strong wind. I can hear the waves crashing on the shore regardless of the loud pelting of rain on my balcony. The lamp beside my bed makes the raindrops on the glass wall sparkle like fairy lights and stars in the night. I used to talk to these drops. I think I'm going to start talking to them again now that they're here and I don't have anyone else to talk to.
"Hey, little rain droplets. Can I call you all RJs? Can we all be best friends too?"
Glancing over my shoulder, I can see your black leather-bound notebook sitting pretty on my unmade bed. I just finished reading your diary last night. I did not sleep until I finished it. I did not get to sleep too though, not until hours after reading it. Tito Richard sent it to me the day after he found it tucked deep under your bed mattress. Diary pala yung lagi mong dala dala? I didn't know. Okay, okay. Written on the very first page with bold engineering lettering, all caps and slightly leaning to the right, that it is not a diary. You prefer to call it a journal. Bakit ba nahihiya kayong mga lalaki pag may nakakaalam na may diary kayo? Enlighten me when we meet again sometime.
Anyway, like I said, I read it last night. I read everything that was written, and I just want to kiss you and hug you and cuddle with you and never let go of you. Ever. I want to hold you, your arms wrapped around me, your fingers intertwined with mine, my head on your shoulder, and stay like that forever.
