X and Y Axis

The Story Of a Fragile Memory

The article:

"A feeling occurred to me of having another half. The one that could bring me back to life whenever I'm lost. Someone who could offer a helping hand when I got drowned. Most of all, someone who wouldn't leave me whatever the world could ever throw at me. In one snap, she became a star. A star that is hard to reach, a star that is a thousand miles away from me.

One Sunday morning, I was feeding the chickens in our farm in Barangay Aglipa. I couldn't forget how much I love the breeze of a cold morning of a province unlike in the city, there's no such thing as "fresh". It is all polluted and exposed to chemicals. I looked from afar and the sun was saying "hello". I was standing beside the farm and a chirp of a bird echoed from the enclosed yard from our house. I looked closely to the bird in its nest and I noticed an old paper inserted.

"You are my mighty moon,

I am the glorious sun,

The eclipse is getting near,

When will you appear?"

I was overwhelmed from the thought that someone like me actually existed. A sentimental yet imaginative writer. There were carved meanings behind those lines and I was eager to answer those lines so I wrote back.

"When this sky is painted dark,

When the wild dogs bark,

Even vampires and werewolves exist,

I'll come and fetch you, I insist!"

I woke up early and found out that the note I left was answered. I opened it eagerly.

"It might be dangerous for you, little warrior,

You can't defend me against all castle's interior,

But okay, little warrior, I will wait for you,

Just promise me not to show your own blood to me."

It was the same handwriting! I laughed at the last line. From the way the writer replies, I think she is a "she".

"I'll present my bloody sword unto the king,

Proclaiming I've killed his warriors to come and fetch you,

And from this wedding ring,

He can't do anything but say yes for you,

Or else I will twist my dagger unto your Highness' chest."

My name's Aceryl Smith a.k.a Ace. I am 18 years old. I am studying at Nexus High in the course of Bachelor of Science in Mass Communication. I am the bread winner of our family. My father died when I was 1-year old and my mother was diagnosed to coronary heart disease. She immediately needs a heart transplant. Against all odds, my sister, Zash is my inspirationShe is supportive and a cheesy writer. Well, cheesy because she loves to write romance. In contrary, I am horror and mystery writer. I don't like too much sentiments but it seems like I've met a romantic writer.

"Bye, kuya!" Zash, my 16 year old sister, kissed my cheek. I kissed her forehead and so with my mother.

I went back to where I left my note yesterday. I wondered why I can't find the time to discover this writer. Every time I sneak in, someone isn't there. She's good in hiding then.

"Maybe I'll go out,

If it turns out,

If my bird in the nest,

Finally hatch its egg."

After three days, I haven't seen any notes from the nest. I was saddened. I sat under the tree and took a nap. After an hour or so, I heard screeches and a... bird's chirp.

I opened my eyed widely and...

"The egg!" I exclaimed. I knelt down and picked the little bird in my hand until I've seen a pair of a girl's shoe.

"Yara is my name, little warrior." She extended her hand. Her angelic face is the view I can't remove from my mind from that day on.

I yawned from reading this article. I am slowly finding it boring but.... At one part of the article, I began to read it again.

"...just go, you'll leave me anyway." I punched the wall because of my anger.

Yara and I joined in a Journalism contest and whoever wins, shall get a continuous scholarship for the following college year level and she won.

"You don't need to choose between me and your dream. I am letting you go not because I want to. I am letting you go because I have to and I know you know what we have." I continued.

"What do we have?" She asked me. I opened my mouth to say something but she continued to talk.

"I'll never be enough for you, Ace. I am an orphan and my guardians are dead. What do you expect? I live alone. I am alone, Ace. I strive hard for my own."

"For your own? What do you call all those dreams we made, Yara? Illusions? The dreams we have, to be an editor together are just illusions? Just three years, Yara we will be graduating. Why do you need to leave?"

"For a better school."

"For school? A school? A damn school in exchange for our love?"

"Love? Did I ever say I love you, Ace?"