ColdFire

CHAPTER 4: A Walk to Remember

Every lie has a truth inside it. we may never see it but after a few days, we would realize why that someone lied to us.

Sometimes, I feel alone and miserable in this empty room like a child left alone in his bedroom without even his teddy bear. Sadness captivated all who I am. There was nothing left for me even a single drop of soul. They were all ruptured into tiny pieces that I could not bring them back together once more. The sweet and happy plans dad has for us has turned into an unfortunate series of events.

I took a glance of the little flower in the window sill and gave a smile. I hope I was like that flower. Alone yet feels happy for it never leaves it place. It has captured many happenings in this room. Its petals bloomed with such brilliance as the sun strike its ray upon it.

My smile disappeared when someone knocked and turned the door knob. It was Tristan. It was the first time I saw him smile like that as if he was happy seeing me. He walked towards me and sat beside me on the dining table.

“I noticed you are sad these days. Worried about your dad?”

How could he notice? He wasn’t even here all this time – or was he?

“Kind of,” I took a deep breathe, “I don’t know where to start again. All these strange happenings… I don’t know.” I was so confused that I ran out of words.

“Here, I’ll take you to my favorite place.” He held my hand and we headed to the door up to the city street where we passed establishments of different sizes and colors – with his hands still holding mine – until we stopped in front of a museum. It was the first one I saw while we were still new here. I promised I would go here and now Tristan made it come true. The distance between us is getting closer and I felt different as if I was madly in love. I wanted to kiss him but that would be a crime. I wanted to hide my feelings and tell everyone he is just a friend but that would be a lie. His cold hand was still attached to my hand like lovers do. I just wish he was feeling the same too.

The security officer who was in-charge prohibited us to enter.

“The museum is closed every Sunday,” he said as he fixed his belly going right out of his pants.

Tristan tried to talk to him but I insisted to just abide by their rules but he was not listening to me so I decided to let go of his hand though it hurts my feelings.

“If you do not want to listen to me, then I’ll go home by myself then.” I walked away.

“Trixie, I’m sorry. Fine, we’ll just go somewhere else but please don’t go home. I want to spend my time with you.”

Did he really said those words or was it just my imagination? Either way I found out that I wanted to spend my day with him while I was still here. We then walked to a street beside the museum.

“Trixie!” he called, “come here, let’s go inside.” He entered in the museum through the back door which happened to be open. I was left on the street. I have no other options but to follow him. I need to stop him besides; I cannot go out on my own. I am not familiar with this place. I finally took a step and entered the place and closed the door.

The museum was not just great from the outside view but also inside. I was amazed how the artifacts were organized. From Amelia Earheart, to Albert Einsten to Franklin Roosevelt. I roamed around and stared at some work of art. But as I walked through the last aisle, I caught a glimpse of a medallion. It was the same as Tristan's but only smaller. The features were identical. There was a note at the bottom of it:

Cogre Medallion

“565 billion years ago, two worlds existed in the bottom land of United States of America, the Butalao and Varela. The two worlds were friends until the day the Butalao accused the Varela of burning one of their lands. From that day on, September 15, they became rivals and mortal enemies and were separated by a line called ‘Oleic Empire’. The medallion was used by the Royal Bloods of Butalao called Cogre for anyone to see the future as long as they wore it. Up to date, the legend of the Cogre Medallion was not yet proven and remained a Mystery.”

“Is this for real?” I said loudly. I leaned on the glass and looked at the medallion closely. My eyes were fixed on it but were distracted by a reflection. A scary reflection it was. It was a monster whose eyes were flaming, fangs that was sharp enough to tear flesh and ears that were wide and long. Just like the girl who turned into a monster in my dream. Due to adrenaline rush, I looked backwards and to my fear, I hit it with my shoes creating a loud noise. It was just Tristan, oh how I was afraid. The bells alarmed and the front door’s knob started to run as if someone was about to enter.

“Let’s go!” he said as he held my hands tight for the second time and we started to run like robbers.

We ran fast that I didn’t noticed where we are heading. Finally we stopped in an open field above the seashore. How could a place like this stood in the city? I never even thought a place like this existed in New York.

“Where are we? I have never seen this place even in maps.”

“That’s because you are the first person I brought here. This is my so-called paradise. The place where I could express my feelings and where I could cry.”

“Sounds good. How did you found it?”

“I made it.” My mouth fell.

“But how?”

“Technology.” It’s a lie. The first lie he told me.

“Here, try it,” he handed me a piece of crayon, “draw anything you want.”

“I’m tired of doing kid’s stuffs.” I hesitated.

“Why don’t you try it first? It’s different, really different.”

I drew a flower and a bird. At least I have expressed who I am. Suddenly, the flower grew bigger and started to bloom and the bird started to fly in the vast blue sky.

“How did it happen?”

            “Technology.” Second lie.

He lay down on the grass and started to smile. It’s the same smile I saw a while ago. Maybe he was happy while I was here by his side. I was being ambitious but I wish it was all true. I laid down my head beside him and watched the clouds pass us by. The thought of being with him makes me happy and wishing this would never end. The sound of the guitar playing a love song entered my mind. It was like a love story. Two lovers alone in the nature’s love nest. I closed my eyes and cherished the moments.