MEMORIES OF TOMORROW

FALLING

Falling by will, requires trust. Falling by fate, requires faith in the hopeful ending.

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There were minor floods in some parts of the state. We were thankfully unaffected and safe at home, with my grandparents. I caught up with a few of my friends via text. Their exams were well underway. After the rainy weekend, I returned to the hostel.

The midterm results were upon us. All my marks were pretty good except for maths. I groaned inwardly, 21 out of 25.

The Harvest Festival holidays were in another week I was pumped to go back home and see my friends and family. We had celebrations at our school but I wasn't interested. 

In the meanwhile, I and Emmy got close. I don't specifically remember how we started talking, we were both from Dubai that was a great conversation starter. She was a good person I realised. At first, we both were homesick and not necessarily interested in getting to know one another as much as I would've liked.

Later on, we became close, close enough to become true friends.

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'Coming from the cold
Buried under heat
Lay you on the floor
Heavy like the force between us...
I was only fallin' in love...'

~ Only by Ryx

This song describes how it was to feel something for someone again.

I had a fight with Dan. I tend to get into a lot of fights, I realise. Once again it was Neva's highlighter that initiated the fight. I had smeared chalk on Dan's chair as a joke. This was right before lunch. Once I got back from the cafeteria, I approached my chair and saw Chace, Dan's friend, walk away from my chair quite suspiciously. Turns out my highlighter had been broken and the ink smeared on my chair, they even poured water to make it worse. The rage was blind.

Instantly I searched for someone near, I pulled a girl near me. 

"Who did this?" I growled. "I don't know, but pretty sure it's Danny," she said.

I marched across the class, to Dan.

"Did you do that, you ass?"I asked, my voice low with barely contained anger.

"Maybe. Did you put chalk on my chair?" He retorted.

"Yes I did, but that's not fucking permanent, you can fucking wipe it off you jackass! But I can't fix my highlighter now can I?! I don't expect you to understand."

"It's just a highlighter, jeez." he said, not batting an eye at me as I loomed over him while he calmy wrote some notes, sitting down. I took the opportunity to slap him.

Just as I raised my arm, both his hands came up and caught me wrist, I leaned over him, our faces flushed and angry. He gripped my wrists really hard, I shook out of his grasp. He thought that I backed out. Boy, was he wrong...

My hand flicked forward and slapped him on the left cheek. He was stunned. I gave him a satisfied smirk and marched to the washroom. Later on, all the girls came up to me telling me how his left cheek was red and how he was shocked. 

To my surprise, I wasn't happy with the fact that I embarrassed him in front of everyone, even though I counted it as a personal victory. I was mad at him, but I couldn't stay mad. I was in this strange place, where kept coming back to him the end. He didn't even need to apologise but I couldn't stop looking at him and for a way to talk to him. It was like being on a roller coaster with multiple highs and lows.

I was in this strange limbo.

I have met many people in my short life span. Many who hold different perspectives on love.