“Up and down! Up and down! Up and down! And wave! Woohh!!!”
The crown roared into life as the party started. They were in a bar that night and all Jervy could think about is how many glasses of vodka does he has to drink in order to forget everything.
“Come on dude, let’s dance!” said one of his colleagues who brought him there. “Have some life!”
He only nodded in reply. “I’ll follow. I’ll finish my drink. Go ahead.”
“The girls are drooling over us. Come on!” Scot encouraged him.
“Later buddy.” He gave him a salute to dismiss the British guy. “Another round brod,” he said to the bartender in front of him.
“Still the same?”
“I need something stronger. These are for sissies brod.”
The bartender gave him a mocking smile. “You’re on. Why won’t you join them?” He pointed out to guys who were with him.
“I came here for the drinks and not to party. I’m too old for zoos.”
The bartender smirked.
“Hey, wait,” he called.
“Yeah?” the bartender looked puzzled.
“You’re a girl?!” he clarified.
“You didn’t notice?” She smiled by then. “You’re drunk little boy.”
“I’m not a boy!”
“You are.” The lady bartender emphasized.
“I’m not!”
“You are.” She’s a tease.
“I’m not!” His voice raised an octave higher this time.
The lady shrugged. “Fine.”
“You don’t believe me,” he said after taking a sip from his liquor.
She gave out again that knowing smile.
“You want a proof?”
She raised her eyebrows.
“I’ll make you beg for my name.”
“Really huh?”
“Yeah. I’ll wait for you until you’re off and we’ll see what can your pretty mouth offer.”
“Deal.” She winked.
“Anna,” he whispered unto her eyes as he swept unto his deep sleep. They were in Mary’s bedroom. His arms were wrapped around his waist while she rested unto his broad shoulders. Even with his young age, Jervy’s body was almost as good as of those who are in their mid-twenties.
“Anna,” he whispered again.
Mary could only feel the young man. He somehow shared his story. A guy who fell hopelessly in love with a girl. A guy who thought of spending the rest of his life with the girl he loved the most. A guy who has been left behind by the girl he loved the most.
“Anna, I love you.”
But before their relationship bloomed, the girl died on a mountain exploration activity. They were on a camp when the accident happen. It was raining hard and the trail was dangerous. Young as they were, they were positive that they’ll be safe. But an unexpected thing happen. Anna slipped and fell. They tried reviving her and even bringing her to the hospital but they failed. She died. He blamed himself for what happened. If only he did not introduced trekking, mountaineering, camping, spelunking, and all the rest of those outdoor activities, she could have been with him. She could’ve been spending this night with him.
“Anna, I love you.”
Mary hugged him back. He dried his tears away and whispered, “I love you too Jevy. I love you so much.”
Then for the first time since the accident, Jervy didn’t have a nightmare. Even the days after.
