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ii.YOU'RE WORTH EVERY BIT
(honne—coastal love)
Tuesday rolled in nonchalantly. It was still a sunny day, a relaxing morning with no sound of cars honking furiously at each other, the type of morning where children would wake up early in the morning along with the chirpings of birds right outside their window.
The breeze swept my face, so graciously, delicately. I felt the warmth of the sun burning kisses down my shoulder-blades, and the smell of nature had awakened my indistinct mind, despite the faint headache I could still remember from the morning yesterday.
Today, with nothing to do in my too-grand-for-one-person place, I had decided to head to the library and perhaps, visit the park again (where I saw you).
I lived alone in an apartment, not knowing why my parents would leave their child in such state and allowing everything to be given to me. I couldn't even remember why, but it never bothered me to contemplate about it more. Or headaches would start appearing more in my already throbbing head.
I liked my city. A small suburban city with a not so packed population, where everyone might as well know each other. The perfect ambience for my taste, all that I ever needed. Peace.
And I liked to think myself to be one of those who visited the library quite often. Because just how repetitive it sounded, I found solace and ameliorate in getting lost in the abundance of poetic words and the slicing silence that consumed me. It was lulling to be lost in a world I could never imagine, and wishing that I could be just as audacious as the characters in the books.
I wanted to be a witch, learning spells and brewing potions. I wanted to receive my Hogwarts letter, to be able to study in a magical school, live in a magical world and be able to fight alongside Harry Potter.
I wanted to be a half God, a demigod. I wanted my summer time to be elapsed by training with the other demigods, to learn the Greek mythologies, to live among the Olympus Gods and be able to go on an adventure with Percy Jackson.
Nonetheless, I wasn't even trying to fool myself. It was just a childish dream that I knew wouldn't ever occur. Vivid imaginations that were only planted in the minds of children with no life such as myself.
I entered the library and immediately I was hit by the scent of books, the kind of aroma I would love to able smelling for the rest of my life. Immersing myself into a whole new paradise, I started to explore. Hands gliding over to the side covers of the books in the fiction section. So many books to choose, so many time I could spend in bliss.
But suddenly, my feet halted in abrupt, and I found myself glued to the ground. I could hear my heart going crazy in my ears, flame erupted to my neck up to my cheeks, and suddenly the coolness of the library had made me soaked in sweats.
