Begin Again [One Last Cry Sequel] [EDITING]

Part VII

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It's been five days after Clark and I hang out, and up until now I still didn't get the chance to talk to him and apologize for ruining that day. We are living under the same roof, but whenever I try to talk to him, it's either he left home early or he's already asleep. I'm not stupid not to sense that he's avoiding me, and as much as I want to deny it, I don't like it.

I'm now here at the school cafeteria and searching for him. I've been doing this for five days, but he was nowhere to be found. Gosh! I feel so guilty for doing that to him. But can you blame me? I'm not ready for what was coming. I'm not ready for him. I just want him to be my friend.

For a short span of time of knowing him, I really find him nice, and I'd like to keep his company for a long time, but not the way that he wants or what my parents wanted.

The bell rang, so I grab my stuff and headed to my next class. I really don't have the energy for this, but I'm not the type to skip classes just because something's bothering me.

My next class is Literature, meaning to say we'll talk about the topic last week which is Romeo and Juliet, and it reminds me so much of Clark.

I pushed the thought of him away and focus on my class.

"I have read all of your essays slash reaction paper about William Shakespeare masterpiece, Romeo and Juliet, and this one caught my attention. So, may I ask You Ms. Zyford to please tell this class what you wrote in your entry, and I'll be asking you some questions after."

I thought I heard it wrong, but my classmates are now looking at me, as well as Mr. Clint, my professor.

He showed me my paper and signaled me to come in front beside him. I swallowed hard, because I felt like something got stuck in my throat, and my heart's starting to beat erratically.

My feet moved even when I don't want to, and before I knew it, I'm already in front of the class and holding my paper.

"Read it out loud for us." Mr. Clint instructed.

I bit my lip and shifted my eyes in my entry. I tried my very best to stop my voice from shaking while reading it. I really don't like public speaking, but I had no choice but to do this.

"Romeo and Juliet"

Does dying means having a happy ending? Is dying in the name of love worth it? What if there's so much more to life than love? What if Romeo and Juliet didn't die and live a happy life?

I grew up with the tale of a tragic love story of William Shakespeare. Whenever I hear his name, I could only think of no other than Romeo and Juliet and feel so much sympathy for them both, for they were both a victim of love. I thought that love is a beautiful thing and having to experience it could be real sunshine, and I once thought that that's what they had before they died. Dying for someone you love is indeed heroic, but did it ever occur to people's mind that the people that they love may not want them to die? Therefore, I think Romeo and Juliet are both idiots who didn't use their brain, and only followed their hearts which led to a reckless action that resulted to their death.

Someone told me that it's a human nature to do stupid things in the name of love without thinking of the consequences of it---that's what Romeo and Juliet did. They've been selfish. They didn't think of the people around them before they came up with a stupid plan. They inflicted so much pain to their family, and friends, because they were both consumed with the idea of love, and freedom. They've been fooled by their emotions that they forgot that God has a perfect time for them. They died, and that's not a happy ending. Dying was and will never be a happy ending, because there are people out there who are fighting so hard to live for one more day but didn't had the chance to. While them? They wasted their lives. They could have lived a little longer and laugh a little more only if they've been wiser.

Love is dangerous. It could trick you until you lost your sanity and all the reasons that you have in you to do what's best for you. It makes people weak and reckless. It makes people want to go in a battle without any armor to protect them. It makes the wisest person dumb before they know it, because you can't be wise and in love at the same time. It makes people cross the line they shouldn't cross.

So, I don't think Romeo and Juliet is a good example especially for the youth who are as reckless and naive as them, because they could influence their mind, and make everything a blur, and justify their reckless actions in the name of love.

Love must also be wise, because it's not always about risking everything. It's not always about you and your heart.

I bit my lower lip and held my breath. I looked at my classmates and Mr. Clint who was standing in the left corner of the room. I could feel my heartbeat racing that I'm starting to be afraid they'd hear it because it was too silent in this room. No one's talking, and their eyes are all on me.

Mr. Clint broke the silence with a question that I didn't expected from him, and I'm sure I don't want to answer that.

"Ms. Zyford, would you mind telling me the name of the person you mentioned who told you that it's a human nature to do stupid things in the name of love? Is that person the one behind that entry of yours?"

All eyes are on me, and I could feel my mouth drying, and my hands are trembling.

"Excuse me sir, I think it's not fair to ask her about me while I'm not around. Good thing I was listening outside."

My eyes widened and I felt like losing my consciousness when Clark entered the room with a mocking smile painted in his pretty face.