in which past meets future in an alternate reality; how they existed not as immortal beings but as mere mortals with an all-seeing eye, and where they meet to create everlasting time
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ACT I, SCENE VI
In a blink of an eye, strangers can become lovers and lovers can become strangers. The world can change in a single heartbeat. As his heart continues to beat at a rhythm that can only be his own, the reality that cocoons him continues to change. The future that he used to know a second ago has now become the present, and the present he knew a second ago has already become the past. He heard about a school of thought, that says that human beings do not just experience time but are actually beings of time. We are aware of not just our present, but a future and past too, and that our lives have a beginning and an end. He aligns himself with this theory. He too is aware of the past, the present and his future. He is also aware that he has met with the end of his relationship with Rosine and is now facing a brand-new chapter of his life. In all true solemnity, he feels alright. Sure, he does feel regretful that there is no future for him and Rosine, but he had known from the start that there would be no future for them.
Although he had no talent nor ability to read the future, he could not say the same for the past. Through his eyes, he can see everything, he sees where they have gone, where they have been, he sees all those secrets they want to keep. He can see their past. It lingers around them, like a shadow or a halo, like a secret or a fact. Whenever he looks into her eyes, he can see her past. It plays like a major motion picture, flashing scene before scene, revealing secret after secret. He knows how she feels about him. He knows of those crying fests she has, the result of the guilt and uncertainty building up in her. He sees those moments where she is put down by her friends, by her family and by herself. He sees those moments of doubt when others question his loyalty to her in front of her. He sees those pledges of revenge, her anger towards him. He does not need her to tell him for him to know. He knew that they were not made for each other, but he thought he would be able to make her happy at the very least. Love always comes unplanned. It barges into the heart without knocking, with no warning. He never planned to fall in love with her, but he did. What started as a small crush blossomed into a romantic love.
He can feel her pain a world away. He can feel it in the form of seismic waves, radiating from the focus which is her heart. Although both Rosine and Delphia were clearly across the room, it feels like he is just beside them, listening into their conversations, downing drinks with them. But he knows that it is not the case. The room between them separates them, and the space between can be no larger. There is a world between them, a line cornering them, and he knows he no longer has the privilege to breach the boundary. He watches them as they drink and talk and without warning, Delphia's eyes flicker to his. Honey brown eyes meet his and shock slowly registers in him. He considered himself well camouflaged. Bathed in a crowd of party-goers and rubbed against a few pretty girls, he blended in well. He held a cup of alcohol, one he held just for show and of which had never touched his lips. It never crossed his mind that he could still be found when he was so deep into the party, especially not by a girl he met once. They held onto each other's gaze, never breaking it once. For the second time in history, plain brown eyes meet extraordinary blue eyes, and he is connected to Delphia in a way he never thought was possible.
For the second time this night, he was rudely startled. Out of nowhere, Gideon leans forwards and mumbles into Delphia's ears. That was enough to push him across the room. He shoves past party-goers, dodging left and right, trying to create a path of least resistance to them. Caution slowly settles in him. Gideon never has great ideas. If he thinks that he can pick up Rosine or Delphia, he is very wrong. Carlyle will never allow it, not even over his dead body.
"Gideon, nice to see you." He greets the blond boy as he nears them. Gideon angles his body away him, pretending not to see him. "I drove here. I can drive both of you back if you want. I was preparing to leave anyway." Gideon tells Delphia. Carlyle's eyes narrow to slits. "I don't think that is necessary, Gideon. I will bring them back myself." Delphia's eyes flicker up to meet his. She sighs, her eyebrows drawing together and her lips pressing into a firm line. She glances over to Rosine by the counter, crying and drinking. "I don't think I was ever talking to you, Carlyle. I also think that this shouldn't bother you, considering the fact that you were dumped by Rosine." He hears Gideon say, still not turning his back to face him. Frustration seeps into his system. Just as he was about to grab Gideon and give him his two cents worth, Delphia clears her throat. Placing a hand on Gideon's shoulder, she looked at the both of them. "Gideon? If you don't mind, could Carlyle drive us back in your car? Both of us have drank at some point during the party but Carlyle hasn't. I think that would be safer for all of us. What do you think? You can help me carry Rosine to your car. I don't think it would be good for Carlyle to carry Rosine to the car. That okay for everyone?" Gideon shrugs. Carlyle stands rooted. How had Delphia known he had not drank? "You know, if that still isn't good for you, you can shove it up your ass. Delphia has already nicely thought of a peaceful way to settle it so if you aren't happy, I am happy for you to shove off, Carlyle."
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As he strides towards to Gideon's car, Gideon, whom was carrying Rosine on his back, trails behind him with Delphia by his side. "Babe, if you want a piggyback, all you need is to ask. I would be more than willing to piggyback you to my bed." From behind him, he hears Delphia laugh light-heartedly. Her laugh echoes in his ears and he feel his face slacken. Tension leaves his face and a small smile settles on his face despite his efforts. "You are such player, Gideon. It never crossed my mind that you would be like this." Gideon chuckles. "Sweet words make no player, it makes a man with a touch of style." Carlyle nears to a stop. He presses the unlock button on the car keys Gideon gave him. True enough, it unlocks the car in front of him.
"You own a Range Rover? Why do you need such a large car?" Delphia asked. Carlyle wished he had not heard Gideon's reply to Delphia's question, because now he was a little apprehensive getting into his car. "Babe. Bigger car equates to more space for action. Trust me, been there, done that."
He need not turn behind to see the look of disgust on Delphia's face. This he could guess. Some things can be predicted, and this was one of those some things. He may not have the talent nor ability to tell the future but some things he could predict. After all, to him, foretelling the future was nothing more than a shot in the dark.
