That night it struck me…
That slap awakened me…
She’s the one…
I don’t know how or why that restaurant appeared on my scheduled…
Or how did I have a reservation there…
I’m still in shock as I stand in front of her porch…
All I can hear is her screams of hatred…
Leave me alone!
LEAVE ME ALONE!
L-E-A-V-E M-E A-L-O-N-E!
And who says that movie scenes didn’t happen in real life…
Here I am still standing…
Unmoved…
Anne’s cries were drowned by the rumbling thunder…
Flashing light splits the dark night sky…
My eyes started to wet…
I don’t know if it’s caused by the overwhelming emotions that I kept inside of me…
Or just the cold and harsh pouring rain drowning my tears…
I know boys don’t cry…
I said that to myself the day my dad left us…
The first time I cried was when I realized that my dad abandoned us…
It came to me during my grade school days; it’s an event in our school wherein father and son should join the sport’s fest. A simple event for kids to brag whose dad would beat somebody else’s daddy. I am in the middle of the field my mom is away probably attending her charity works. I am about to cry as all the kids have their dad with them…
Telling them jokes, advises and having a firm hand telling them “You could do this, I have your back”. Then sturdy hands held my shoulders, when I looked back it’s our family driver Mr. Jacobs, all smiles he encouraged me to go and give it my all. After that day I promised I won’t cry anymore, this is the second time I did cry…
The first is when I rekindled with my estranged late dad Dr. Samuel Robinson with the help of this determined intern with the most beautiful green eyes and hair soft blonde locks…
Boys don’t cry but real men do…
Good thing the rain doesn’t make it obvious and the dark cold night hides my sad eyes…
I have to make it right…
Drenched and soaking wet…
I gather up myself and get as much courage as I can get…
I move towards her door, I know she’s behind that colossal and sturdy oak doors…
I need to reach out to her…
I knocked as hard as I could…
I shouted as much as I could…
Between the roaring thunder…
The gushing wind…
And the heavy rain…
She must hear my plea…
“Anne listen to me, let me explain”, I shouted as hard as I could but she never listened nor responded…
I know that she’s there; I can hear her faint sobs and cries…
I won’t leave here until you open up that door and talk to me, I said to myself…
I am determined…
I sit in front of her door…
Ignoring my drenched suit and the cold weather…
I will stay right here even if it takes forever…
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DÉJÀ VU II: Lost and Found
ParanormalWhen you love someone you try to do things way too far, you became blinded by love and in return you forget who you are. Your world revolves around him/her and everything else is a blur. Is it right to stay on a relationship that only you gives and...
