Life is like a mountain. Climbing to the very top can be a total pain in the ass. It takes time, money, and energy. It drains you to the very core. But once you reached to the top, the world is at your mercy and the view is remarkable.
And that's why so many people out there aiming to reach the mountain top.
For the power it holds, and the satisfaction you will get.
But not many talk about what happen when you slipped out of the rock and falling down the mountain? Will you die or will you suffer till you make it back to the very top.
For the people up there, what about the temperature. Will you stay and suffer from the coldness creeping to your bones till you die of pneumonia?
Or will you evolved and become the cold blooded murder ?
This is life. You evolved and stay in your comfort zone. Keep your place. Stay at top.
This is a survival for the fittest.
Only the fittest will survive at the top.
It's not a circle. Or a wheels.
It's a mountain big.
So that was why I planned to stay at the mountain top and withstand all the sticks and stones thrown at me till my bones break. It was worth the view after all.
And this view I was talking about,
It is my family. My life in view. Even when it lacks in colour.
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"Avery, it was getting darker by minutes. Marco is still out there. Find him, will you?" And with that my mother left my room.
I am halfway through my readings when she barges into my room, demanding me to bring our house cat, Marco, inside. I then put my book on reading table and get up from my beanbag. My gaze fall through the slit of my blinds only to see that it is indeed going to rain. A shitload of rain.
Shits.
Marco however old is he has the ability to get lost easily even in the smallest of shrubs. If it is raining soon, then it is harder for him to find way back on his own. I should starts searching for him before the storms hit.
I grab a handful of my raven hair and pull it into a bun. Glancing at my floor length mirror, I take in my appearance not that I have anybody to impress. Not him at least.
White shirt and white shorts. Not the best combination when it is going to rain. So I grab my nearest cardigan and galloped down the staircases.
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Outside, I am slapped with the coldest of wind. Bringing my arms to my body, I continue searching for my cat.
"Marco! Where are you ?" It has been minutes since im at the outside. Now im beyond mad. Where the hell is Marco. I have been to his hiding spot, even to the smallest of hole at the backyard, big enough to fit and was meant to plant a flower. Unfortunately, the hole left unattended for days as my house gardener need to take a home leave abruptly leaving his works halfway done. He bring his family along to attend this family matter that I do not know of, at the far east. To make thing worse, his family consist of my cooks, his wife and my maids, his twin daughter.
Leaving me alone to fend for this cat and my family. Lucky me.
Sighing, I walks to the frontyard and try to find any trace of him if there is any. I hope he did not go far as to my neighbour house. It will make things harder. For me.
The rain starts with one drop, falling on to my small nose. And the next seconds, a bucket of rain fall from the dark sky onto me. I mutter under my breath and continue looking for Marco. It doesnt take long for me to get wet. And by minutes, wetter as if it is possible.
Where the hell are you?
My mother would not be happy after she finds out I am unable to find her favourite cat.
Hell, she even wastes a fortune on the cat that she does not even bother to spend it on me.
Talk about favourite child or in this case, cat.
I am still busy with my inner thoughts that I dont even heard the loud engines' bikes coming from the neighbour house or the whistling sound.
But I do snapped out of my thoughts when I feel him standing close to my back, and wrapping me into his leather jacket. With both hands stilled on my shoulder, I put my cold hands on his warm one. Making him startled and shrugged it off my shoulder and left abruptly but not before giving me a warning.
"Don't wear white clothes when you want to play in the rain. Why the hell did you want to play in the rain at the first place. Idiot" The last part was said much slower, not intended for my ears. But I heard it nevertheless.
I turn gaze on his house's direction and saw them. His friends are watching me. Us.
Holding his jacket closer to my body, I abruptly ran into my house. Forget about Marco. It is a wonder how I did not fall on my butt and make a shame out of myself despite the wet slippery floor.
Leaning on the big mahogany door of my home, I placed my right hand on my chest. Feeling my heartbeats thumping rapidly.
He cares. He still cares.
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"Care to tell me where the hell is Marco?! And why are you wet?!"
There, mommy dearest make her appearance when I want to avoid her at all cost. I would just answer her if it's not for my epinephrine still coursing through my blood.
Not now.
Without wasting any more precious seconds, I ran to my room on the third floor.
"Where do you think you are going, you.. Youu brat!"
"I will come back when you find the perfect words to describe your wonderful daughter!" I shouted from the stairs.
"Erghhh!"
With that I chuckled.
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