This Love is Ours [n.h]

[1] Where it all began

Nicole Switzherbert

   It was supposed to be a heavenly morning for me. A good start to wake up while listening to the birds chirping a song behind those glass windows or maybe to watch the sun rise behind me and feel the summer breeze hugging me.

   But unfortunately it isn't when, "Get up, Nicole!" Anne bellowed out coming from the bathroom. The raspiness of her voice scared the monster in me. Well, I was just drifting myself off the dream mountains so that didn't really went good.

   "The graduation ceremony will be in less than three hours and we have to be pretty!" she half-shouted, while stomping her foot on the carpeted floor.

   Since when did being pretty became my problem anyways? Not to brag that I'm pretty because at the first place I don't feel that I am, but because I am not that I-have-to-be-pretty-always kind of a woman. A simple brushing of the hair and one swipe of lip balm would already do. Besides, it's only graduation day.

   Speaking of graduation day, I cant wait to end this officially today, but I'm still a little bit of at war with myself to go out of bed. I am not a morning person so waking up even for my own graduation day is really a nuisance.

   Can someone just be my proxy to get my diploma?

   "C'mon Nic!" Anne growled. My human sized alarm clock going on again. What I didn't see coming was when she flipped my duvet away and pulled my feet to get me out of bed. In that way I didn't had the time to pull myself back because before I knew it, I had already created a loud thud when my bum touched the ground.

   I winced, I cried, I squirmed, I did everything that has something to do with expressing pain. But it never convinced Anne and instead she pulled me up forcefully.

   "You asked for it," she laughed as she watches me rub my hurting arse. I rolled my eyes and climbed up my bed again. She must be thankful she's my best friend or else...

   I pulled the duvet out of my bed and flipped it clean so it lands wrinkle-free and neat. Anne doesn't like the room disheveled, so I help her keep it clean. "Make it fast," she teased seeing me clean my own bed.

   "I have to look pretty that even Chester will lay an eye on me." Anne chuckled, sitting by the dressing table, blowing her hair dry. I laughed madly upon her growing infatuation for this Chester named boy in our school.

   "You do fancy that," I trailed off, slighty cheering and shivering and shrugging my shoulders to shake those goosebumps away. She arched a brow at me to continue but I didn't. "-never mind," I chuckled.

   Well, I don't really like that 'Chester' she has this huge crush on. As one of the boys, I know his identifiers and I swear it's what a teenage bad boy wannabee wants to be recognized as. You know, someone who likes to f*ck.

   She stick her tongue out, making a letter 'W' visible with her fingers. I chuckled at her as I grabbed my towel and locked myself in my very own flashback machine — the cold, slippery and wet floored, bathroom.

   It's a really good place to reminisce and imagine things in life. But on my part, I regret the thoughts coming in my mind since my boyfriend just broke up with me. And I swear the memories are not really the ones I would like to look back to. T'was so horrible.

   I turned the knob of the shower, streaming warm water down my face then body. I applied my shampoo and massaged my hair thoroughly and rinsed it. As I was saying, things started to sync in my head. Those hurtful words he let go, the way he treated me, the way we ended up... Five months are not enough to hold the tears back. And the more I hold it, the more it will come out as an explosion. So I let it all out.