“Ha--- uhuh! Uhuh!” I gasped for air; I was palpitating and sweating. Pale and shaky. I quickly looked at the clock and it was already 5:23. “Shit.”
There isn’t no time for my usual preparations so I took off in my pj’s and jacket with the broken glasses Lance asked. I ran as fast as I could and jumped right off the bridge but fell on my knee.
“Aww! Ugh-“ I restrained.
“Al? What the hell?” Lance was ON the bridge. “Stay right there.” He jumped. “Uhmmm. I’m alright, it’s just a scratch.”
“You’re bleeding. Let’s take you to the clinic.”
“No!” I wailed. “You want me here at 5:30 right? I’m here! I came!”
“Alison Grey.”
“Don’t! Do you know how scary it is to dream about my very own wedding funeral?! I get to marry someone I clearly love yet he lays coldly inside his coffin! Never call my name like that. Ever!”
“Al ---“
“Don’t you dare disappear!”
He hugged me tightly and stayed silent. I could hear his heart throbbing and his hands shaking. The breeze just suddenly stopped. He then whispered. “You’re right on time.”
He made me look at the horizon to where the river is. No words could ever describe the beauty he showed me. I never noticed it before. It was between the night sky and twilight.
It looked like a paintful wonderland full of clandestine and prodigy. The sky being tinted blue and violet and any moment the sun would rise.
Right at that moment, Lance set up the broken bottles I brought and piled them near the river.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He smiled. “I’ll make you see a miracle.”
He stepped back and let the light pass through the bottles. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Lance, they’re just broken bottles piled up.”
“Exactly. Until in 5, 4, 3, 2, …”
The sun rose and its light struck the bottles. I was in awe to see my first heavenly stunning aurora in the water; glowing like rays of a rainbow only it doesn’t seem to have an end. Lance was right. He did showed me a miracle; a blissful miracle in the most magnificent twilight.
“You’re just unbelievable.”
“Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I giggled. “So this is what you tend of showing me since day two?”
“ . . . umm, hey. It’s still too early to be a jerk so I want you to ask me anything. I feel I made you think so much these past days. A math equation. Logic. Whatever.”
YOU ARE READING
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...
