Crashed Along the Horizon

Prologue

Prologue

I raised my head and looked up at the natural dark blue sky with stars shining on it. I closed my eyes with my arms open wide and absorbed the comfort of the winter season. The dramatic cold weather of New York City coated the night.

I wore a lightweight black teddy coat with an H & M cream sweater paired with black ripped denim which was enough to warm myself from the deep freeze air.

Tonight is my last night here in this City. And here I am now, standing in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge while embracing the lovely creation from above. I was utterly dumbfounded by the city lights and buildings across.

While my eyes were pressed together, I was thinking of my life today and if I was really happy with every page of it.

Full of lies. Hate. Secrets. Pretensions

That's how I described show business. I hate it when others invade my privacy and meddle in my personal affairs. I dislike the idea of just getting involved with different issues that I haven't done. And especially, I hate it when people around me seem to be good in front of me but will just end up stabbing my back.

And now, I've just gotten really involved.

Almost three years in the industry. Though it was never my dream, I became engrossed with it. Simply put, I discovered that I enjoy my profession and am content when I am able to make others happy.

But despite everything I have, part of me is telling me that there's something missing. I have wealth, popularity, achievements, and a career. Pero may kulang pa rin.

"Kulang ka lang sa love life, sis. Why don't you atleast try to entertain your suitors? Open your heart and let it decide. Masarap kaya magmahal at mahalin."

That's what my closest friends told me. They keep on pushing me to let my guard down and find a partner I can love and who will also love me in return. But I never listened. I don't think that we need a man to complete us or to fill the void in our lives. Because the last time that I let someone complete me, I just ended up more broken. I assumed we were on the same page, that he adored me as much as I did. Why wouldn't I expect it? Hatid-sundo niya ako sa bahay noon. He also gave me flowers and asked me to eat out. Ipinakilala pa niya ako sa mga magulang nya. And he even told me those three damn words, which I used to believe. I was a fool! I didn't know that he didn't mean it. I thought that he was courting me, but boy, I was wrong. The hell! Nalaman ko nalang na nililigawan niya yung kaklase ko. And when I confronted him about it, he just told me that we were just friends. Fuck that friendship!

Now, I learned from that mistake! I would never expect that from someone unless he had already given me the assurance that I needed. I'm not bitter and it's not that I'm not planning to commit. I'm just waiting for the right one to come.

I shrugged my shoulders and snapped myself back to reality.

I encircled the lace of my DSLR camera around my neck and positioned the viewfinder just close to my eyes. From where I stood, I took a shot of the 360 degree views of the Hudson, East rivers and Empire State Buildings.

I turned around to take shots of the other side. I was about to walk across when I saw a man's figure standing about five feet away from me. His firm back was against mine, but I could sense a bit of familiarity in him. Napatigil ako at matagal na napatitig sa screen ng camera. My eyes widened when he turned around. Much to my surprise, when our eyes met, I accidentally clicked the shutter of the camera, which was enough to capture him. His serious deep-dark eyes pierced me while his hands were inside the pocket of his jeans.

"Aren't you aware that it's illegal to take a picture of a person without his consent?" His voice was full of sarcasm, with his eyebrows raised.

"I-im sorry. I was just, uhm-" I almost stuttered and I wasn't able to finish my sentence because I don't know the right words to say. My hands almost trembled with the mixture of coldness and nervousness when I heard his soft chuckles. My eyebrow raised as I got confused. Is he making fun of me?