Rustin's Point of View
Monday 3:31pm
A week has passed since the day of our graduation. It was nothing too heavy or emotional. We were all too overwhelmed by the thought of finally finishing high school. Five days before the graduation, my parents flew here to the Philippines from Chicago . Aevy was so nervous , I thought she was going to pass out. My parents were both suprised when they saw her. They both gushed about her beauty. My father was happy that I have finally found love, even if I am still young. My mother on the other hand, she did not like Aevy.
Why?
Because of three simple things
1. Aevy is beautiful
She could be the greatest distraction and destruction of my wonderful future. Well that was what my mother said. Or she just probably knows that her son is very spontaneous and gets too excited when he wants something or someone. But I don't like Aevy anymore. We have been together for nine months and my attraction for her became too real, too deep. I have already fallen for her. And my mother knows, she saw it in my eyes. My mother saw how willing I would be to give Aevy everything.
2. Age.
Age is always going to matter. She said that we have such immature minds and that what we have is not love but recklessness and stupidity. That we will just ruin each others dreams and ambitions
3. Aevy inspires me.
I know what all of you are thinking. A mother that doesn't want to see her son inspired, what kind of a mother is that? Well, say hello to my mom. Aevy inspired me to do what I really want. Art. My mother hates my guts and passion. She wants me to stick with making the rest of my descendants rich. My mother wants me to take care of whatever they have started; an empire or a money shitting company
End of Flashback
I went back here to the Philippines for an art presentation that will be held three weeks from now. And frankly, I still have no idea on what I will be doing. My mind has been blanked out since the night I saw the girl who broke my heart. Or should I say, now a woman. She looked way too matured when I saw her. She looked unhappy.
But her happiness is none of my business anymore. We broke up five years ago after the second semester of our first year in college. Aevy left me bleeding, she stabbed me in the heart with her own words. Words do bleed. She told me that I was never included in her dreams, not a part, not a little bit. And what hurt me the most was she was mine.
Flashback
Sunday 8:20pm
Aevy and I have survived the first and second semester of college. Everything is perfect in our relationship. She remained the stars while I was playing the part of the sun," the one that gives me light" says Aevy.
I have been busy for the last couple of weeks because I have been preparing for my first ever art exhibit. I've entitled it Jeune et Belle which means young and beautiful in French. It is about Aevy.I started sketching her in my notebook since senior high but I never really have shown any of it to her.
Incoming Call
Hermosa
"Hey". I answered quite giddily. Awkward silence answered me. I called her name."Aevy?"
"Nasaan ka ngayon?". she asked, her voice was hoarse and cracking as if she just finished crying."Doll what's wrong?"
She cleared her throat."Wala, okay lang ako. Nasaan ka ba?" I flinched at the tone of her voice. Something is wrong. "I'm here at the studio, I'm still finishing some of my work"
