July 29, 2014
Tuesday
I was watching a parade. A woman in white, dressed for a wedding was escorted by a little boy on her side. They stopped near where I was standing when a man went near her. She looked back but just laughed. I heard her nervously say, "I thought.. you're my groom!"
There were people following them, the guests I suppose. But the groom was nowhere in sight and the people seemed gloomy. Then, when the last in line came to past me, I saw him.. The groom.
The groom made his way to front where the bride was positioned. The woman was astounded. He positioned himself beside her, out of nowhere the groom spoke, "It's been a year."
They were almost near a house. The bride can't hide her excitement anymore so she faced the groom and told him, "I thought you wouldn't come!" She was smiling but the man was serious. The two of them were already in front of the door of the house.
The man kissed the door and said, "Of course I would come." The man went inside, leaving her. She couldn't fathom what was going on yet she followed him inside.
The man was shouting, throwing objects that breaks. He looked at her, "Why? Why did you leave me? We were supposed to get married! And have kids!" He was crying.
"I'm here you idiot! You have the guts to shout at me? I'm here. Please!", she started crying. She was afraid. She hadn't seen him like this. She doesn't know why he's so upset.
Then, he was looking at her again.. He was holding a vase on his hand. The woman tried to pacify him. "Please.. put it down.. let's talk. What are you talking about when you said it's been a year? Make me understand! Please tell me. I'm here now. What happ.." Before she could even finish her sentence, the man was about to throw the vase at her. She only managed to shout, "Noooo!" But he still did.
She didn't feel anything. It came past her and hit the wall, scattered into pieces on the floor. She didn't bleed. She wasn't hurt. She looked at him.. She saw pain in his eyes. She asked, "Why?" Then, she heard him sobbed,
"You're dead... It's all my fault. I'm so.... I'm so sorry. It's been... a year. Damn it! Why can't I moved on? You're dead! You're dead! Arghhhhh!"
BINABASA MO ANG
A Teacher's Diary
Non-FictionThis is a collection of my thoughts, my random days journal, selected written outputs and literary pieces from various famous and infamous authors. Enjoy reading. ?
