It’s been five minutes since we left the restaurant and Lance and I haven’t spoken a word. He was walking a distance away from me. Was there something wrong? What could he be thinking?
“Hey! Umm, you walk fast.” I speeded up.
“No, you’re just waiting for me to stop and walk beside you.” He turned around and grinned. I smiled back and pounced him by the shoulder. “So~ Mr.Fletcher. What have you been.. y’know. Thinking?”
“Ah, could it be that you’re actually worried?”
“Pft. No, really. You’ve been quiet for a while now. Plus, you owe me Nice points for being a jerk at the restaurant.”
“Tuché. Sigh. I’ve been thinking of leaving.”
“Leaving? Where to?” I asked.
“Australia. My father wants me to manage our business from there.”
“What?! Are you serious? Aren’t you an engineering student? Managing is far from that.”
“He died just recently. All of what he left was all for me.”
That just shut me up. “I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to – “
“It’s fine, Al.”
Lance was too honest. Is it really okay for him to tell me? I wanted to change the topic, fast.
“Could you come tomorrow? 5:30? At the bridge?” he suddenly asked. Like a date? I thought. Oh that made me blush. “Uh. Yeah. Sure! I’ll come.”
“Great. Bring some broken glasses with you.”
“What? Why?”
“You’ll see.”
He left me by the front porch. I don’t know why I feel so tensed but I could sense myself running out of breathe; my heart crippling slowly. What is this uneasy feeling?
I went inside of the house and saw Nathan patiently waiting for me. “Welcome home! Achi achi! Your friends kept calling the landline!” Nathan shouted. “Shh. Aren’t you waaay past your bedtime?”
“Mom and Dad were too tired that they didn’t notice you not at home and I thought it’ll feel good if someone waited for you to say ‘Welcome home’.”
“Awwe. Come here you!” I tickled him all over, he eventually yawned. I took him upstairs and tucked him in. “Did you tell your friends that you came home safely?”
“Yes, I did. Now go to sleep.”
“Is kuya visiting us next time?”
“Hmm. I don’t think your kuya Maxx will come visit anytime soon ‘cause he has something important to do.”
“No, no. I mean kuya Lance. He’s fun and cool! Can I play with him some more?”
It shocked me how Nathan grew so fond of Lance just in one night. Nathan seemed to change. He became more enthusiastic and earnest of things. He’s even waving to some of the neighborhood kids like him. And most especially, it looks like his trauma just fled away.
“Kring! You have a text message.”
Speaking of the devil, he sent me another weird text again. This time it says ‘Do you like how the stars look like sparks of a metal? Or how the fathom of which just gets you unsaddled?’ I don’t know what it means but it made me smile unconsciously.
‘What. Are you a poet or something?’ I replied.
‘That’s a secret. *smirk face*’
‘Cryptic weirdo.’
‘You like it though?’
...
“Yeah, I do.”
I fell asleep but as I did the thought of him still lingers in every axon, every neuron and every dendrite I have.
- - - - -
“Al, it’s time.” My father said. Night lights were set up everywhere as if the stars visited me for this day. I was walking down a straight aisle covered with only blue petals, wearing a vintage white gown with a long veil strapped on my hair. Everyone who I know just stares at me either smiling uneasily or crying.
“Don’t do it, Al.” Maxx, who was wearing a black suit, blocked me.
“Maxx? What are you doing? What’s happening?”
“I’m really sorry.” He mewled. I started to feel tense again. I pushed him away and saw a white coffin laying still in front of me. Then it suddenly got pitch black around and it was only me and the coffin with a post-it letter. I took it and it read….
It read……
. ... I love you Alison Grey. From ----------------.
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My not so Perfect Love
Teen FictionAlison Grey Scarlet, a freshman, wants nothing else than being with her family and friends and enjoy the rest of her life. But as reality forbids, a mysterious guy named Lance got in the way of this and made Ali's life in school miserable as it is...
