Arrhythmia

            THE breeze coming from my window made me shiver so I wrapped myself with my favorite blanket and I was too lazy to close the window. I looked out of it and saw a flock of birds forming the V-shape flying due south. The scent of my favorite flower that was planted near my window made me feel nostalgia of the past.     

            “Get up from bed, sweetie. We’ll practice some more songs, so hurry up,” he used to remind me while his arms were wrapped around me. He used to smell my strawberry-scented hair and he used to warm me up when I was cold. Yes, that ‘he’ is now in the past. A past that should be forgotten; a past that should be buried down the Earth’s crust. Way back then, he was my life but where is he now? Vonne, what would be life after you?

            IT was the first day of class that day. I was very excited to meet my new classmates and to mingle with my bestfriends, Dheanne and Ambie. I was with my boyfriend at his car. But seriously, the real reason why I was happy was that, I would get the chance to tell my friends that Vonne’s my first boyfriend. Next week would be our 1st monthsary together and I was planning to hold a party. As we drove to school, he simply remained silent as though something’s bothering him. ‘I would just ask him later,’ I told myself. In the other hand, my heart was fluttering very fast like I was riding in a car with a speed of 120km/h.

            We came at school 10 minutes before the first class.

            “Easabelle Margoux…” his voice cracked, but wait… ‘Did he just call me by my full name?’ 

            “What is it Vonne? Aren’t you excited on our first day?” I managed to be enthusiastic even if I can sense the awkward atmosphere around us.

            “Easabelle, it’s better if we would break-up.” He broke the eerie silence after 2 long minutes. 

            “W-what d-did you j-just said? Tell m-me you’re joking, right? Ha-ha. What a nice joke, Vonne. You got me there!”

            “Easabelle,” and he shook my shoulders roughly, “Easabelle! Wake up from this fucking relationship. Nothing’s happening Belle, NOTHING! It’s better if we would break-up, right? I just used you, for Pete’s sake. Haven't you realized that I didn't love you from the very start of this story?"

            "Oh my gosh. Ha-ha. It's so funny, right? I was played by my boyfriend! Oh, let me rephrase it. My very first boyfriend just used me for his OWN needs! How pathetic. Vonne, why are you being so cliché? Ha! Easabelle, what do you expect from a casanova, right? Oh well, thank you. Thank you for breaking this. Yeah, let’s stop this fucking relationship of ours. Of course, who am I to disagree with this break-up? Ah, yes. I am a toy. A toy that is being played with and when you are satiated with that toy, you throw it as if you and that toy didn’t have good memories. But, Vonne don’t you know that toys get hurt, too?” I smiled sweetly as a cherry to him as my tears won't stop to fall down my cheeks. His face was so readable that today, he seemed so shocked.

            “Why, my dearest Vonne,” I touched his cheeks, “Are you shocked that I’d accept it? What do you think of me? A girl who’s head over heels with a guy who doesn’t even have a heart? Ha-ha. You got to be kidding me. Oh, I forgot the-”

            “Easabelle!” Dheanne shouted as she neared to us.

            “Need to go, Vonne! Au revoir.” I kissed him for the last time, and finally, I left him dumbfounded.