Short Stories (Reminisce)

DARK IN BETWEEN

[To: Him
     I like you]
Sent.

Cold feet.

Puddly Palms.

Mazed mind.

Hopeful heart.

Uneasy soul.

Her phone lit. She closed her eyes, wishing that it was him as she presses the on-button.

Still, she's not decided. She played it intermittently.

Continuing the phase. Off and On, On and Off.

Starting, did it really started? She presses and the screen lightens.

He walks in, his face was radiant as ever, like the sun. He smiles at her, she smiled back, they met, introduced. And it started.

Started. It started but that doesn't mean that it will have an ending, a bright ending just like how everything started.

Again, she pressed the button, turning it off. Her phone went black and blank.

She forgot that in between it was..

He walks in, gently closing the door-- stopping the light-- particularly, the rays of the sun from getting in. As he shuts the door, it went dim.. not until, someone turned on the light bulb, his face was radiant as ever, like the sun. He smiled at her, she smiled back, they met, introduced. And it started.

She paused for awhile, staring at the phone. Her trembling hands is now calmer, her mazed mind is getting better.

Another expectance. Her phone buzzed and another notification comes out.

She held it tightly but unable to turn it on.

40% chance increased to 70.

"Aha, you really like me, grumpy"

"Whose grumpy? I'm not grumpy"

His reply didn't even answer the main subject, yes, she's covering it, pretending-- it was a joke but it's as if, it never occured on his mind to like her.

70% down to 50.

For the third time, her phone lit up. She needed a total of 90% to finally have the strength and prowess to open her phone and face the truth.

She turned it on but turned it off after, she's afraid that it might not be him. There's only 50% that it might be him.

Will she risk her pain? risk her hope? And feelings? Can she risk herself?

She turned it on but before unlocking it, it shut off, telling how drained the battery was.

50% down to 30. Is it a sign?

She open the drawer but the charger wasn't there. She scan through her room, through every corner.

It dawned on her. 30% goes to 20. Her eyes become watery.

The device where she's getting hope shut down. The screen didn't brighten no matter how hard she's pressing the button, it all backfires.

End. Is this the scene where all of the persons involve, bid their farewell? Is this the time where each one will cry?

Or will it be the other way around?

Twenty percent out of 100. Where's the 80? Wandering? Or was it lost and didn't know how to come back.

Her heavy eyes is never getting tired of producing salty warm liquid. Her heart is never getting tired of throbbing.

The wooden door gently pulled in and there was a knock. The charger appeared, holding by him. She smiled, was it some sort of cue? That he is(has) the source of my strength, or..

"Thank you" How could she forgot that she let him borrow her charger.
     
And now he's returning it, will he return her feelings for him the same way she's feeling it? Or after he return the charger, will their connection stops, and end there?

As soon as she got it she's expecting him to leave but he didn't.

20% up - and becomes 60.

Without a word, he embraced her "I feel the same--"

Cold feet, weakened.

Puddly palm to Trembling hands.

Mazed mind to better to chaos.

Hopeful heart, cleared.

Uneasy soul going crazy.

"I love you" 60% jumps to 100 and more than that.

And the end is where their story started.