Stand Up

Who Is He?

It was almost late when I left the house headed to school. With my weak body, headache, heavy eyes and stuffy nose, I still manage to drive. It is fun seeing these students get panic as they espy me approaching them. It appears like I lose control. They run and jump out of the way leaving the pitiful student laying in pain on the ground. It seems like no one to help him getting beaten. I do the reverse driving and properly parked the car that caused the bullying students to give me a menacing look. Not minding the threat they can do, I helped the guy to stand and fix himself up. Bravely, "Don't be scared of those timorous bullies." I said loudly knowing they can't beat us as people arriving after me. They can't do anything about it but to control their madness as they crack their knuckles.

We split our way when we reached the lobby. " Thank you, you are so brave." he said leaving and going to his class. I saw a lot of students feeling so excited about what is posted on the bulletin. I guess the result was released. As I walked on the hallway, lots of students are talking about the articles and its votes.

"If his piece was posted earlier, I will give my vote to him."
"Yeah me too."
"Good I visited the school files late and able to see everyone's post."
"I feel how broke he was."

Even I got into the classroom and sitted with the girl I used to sit with, I still hear the same topic. I feel this girl beside me wants to talk but I lay my head down on my desk facing her side. 

"Who is he? Who is this guy that wrote that broken piece?"
"He is Mysterious K."
"Who is that mysterious person?"

I open my eyes hearing those questions around."Have you read his article?" I looked at her when she started to speak. "I feel so sad for him." I smiled thinking of how affected they are because of that piece. "Do you think he had moved on?" I asked. She saddened her face and that made me chuckle. " yeah I hope he did. He still able to forgive after all. He has a very pure heart. Whoever he is, I wish his heart get healed" The class started but this girl beside me still can't get over about it. "Do you want me to read it for you?" She asked still feeling into it. " how many times you read it? I asked wondering. "I guess 3 or 4 times". "Really?" I asked in shocked. " yeah and it even brought me into tears." She said while taking out some papers. " I can read it to you, I even printed copy of it." I'm trying to hold a laugh because of her. I am in awe that she appreciates and even kept a copy of my piece. I look in front to ostensibly give my focus on the lesson but my attention is into her.

Left Unsaid
by: Mysterious K

When you truly love someone, no matter how hurt you are, you will always forgive. Love never fades, but it will not always be the same.

"I am always here waiting for you." These are the exact words I have told you when I am losing you. Those times that I am seeking for your attention. But now you are the one saying all these. I pity you so much more than I felt for myself before. You want to hold his shoulder and let him face you. Beg him to look at you, notice you, and feel your presence. "I am here. The one that truly loves you so." These are the words that you want to speak out. But he is getting blind by the playful words and promises that he hears from someone else. The worst is you can't do anything about it. He is ready to let you go. You are just now a reservation whenever he needs something. That may be lust or the assurance that there's still someone to catch him when he fails. You are definitely nothing to him now and all you can do is to accept everything though it's so painful. I definitely know it. These are the same situations that I have experienced from you. Everything happens to you now the same way you have done to me before.

Time will come that you have no choice but to forgive him. Not because he deserves it, but because you deserve peace in your heart. Your heart deserves to be healed. It's absurd because after all that happened I still care for you. I can't still be mad at you though my heart still aching and I don't know when it will get better. I want to be angry and curse you as much as I do, but I don't know why I can't. Maybe because I have loved you so. But there's one thing I know. I will rise up and love again.