ASTRA'S POVDo you sometimes wonder what it feels like if you can see the future? Do you sometimes wish to have the ability to perceive what will happen?
Well, ako hindi.
I have this ability to see a glimpse of someone's future when I see their eyes directly. Ayoko nang ganitong kakayahan. Oo, nakikita ko ang mga mangyayari sa kanila. I can see people being successful with their careers, I can see parents being happy with their children, and I can see people achieve their dreams. But what's bad with this ability is that I can also see the crowd's disappointed faces whenever someone fails, I can see hearts break, and worse, I can see someone's death.
Kaya umiiwas ako sa mga tingin ng taong nakapaligid sa akin. I don't wanna see their future. But I can't escape a certain person's future. Hinding-hindi ko matatakasan ang pagtingin ko sa hinaharap ko.
Some people will definitely be happy if they have this kind of ability. They will definitely take this as an advantage to be successful in life. Pero hindi ganoon kadali iyon.
We have this so called chain of events wherein if you tried to change things that will happen, it will affect other things and people. You might cause an unwanted disturbance that could result to chaos. Kaya hinding-hindi ko binabago ang kapalaran ko.
I can see it all. I can see what I will be in the future. I can clearly see the faces of the people that I can interact later. And what's worse is I could see what will happen with my dreams. I always dreamt to be a published writer. I always write the things that lingers on my mind. But my future says otherwise. It tells me that writing isn't for me. That it would be my biggest downfall when I pursued this career. So I just took business management because this is what my parents want me to take.
Katulad ngayon, I could already perceive that a man with weird clothes and huge dangling necklaces would bump onto me habang nasa gilid ako ng kalsada. The books that I am holding would scatter on the floor and the milktea that I was drinking would be spilled.
"Miss, tabe!" And there came the man that I said running towards my direction. Kapag tumabi ako, nakikita ko nang mababangga siya ng motorsiklo kaya pinili ko na lang umaktong parang nagugulat.
We bumped into each other, causing a loud thump on the ground. My butt hurt for a bit and my spectacles got lost because of the sudden impact the bumping had made.
"Argh!" We groaned in unison habang hawak namin ang mga parte ng katawan namin na masakit dahil sa bungguan. I quickly picked up my spectacles and my books that fell on the floor and just let my milktea spill over the ground.
"Hays," the man exclaimed but he still helped me get my books.
"S-sorry..." I stuttered saying and that's the moment when he looked at me. I noticed his hazel brown eyes staring intently and directly at mine. Sinabayan ko iyon ng pagtingin, sa hindi ko malamang dahilan. Wala na akong napapansing iba pa sa paligid ko maliban sa mga bilugan niyang mata. My eyes trailed down to his pointed nose then to his pink and soft lips. His chiseled jaw also didn't escape my sight, giving a rough detail to his face.
Wait, what am I doing? Why am I describing his looks like he's some sort of a greek god? Hays, Astra! Focus.
"Okay lang miss," sabi niya sabay kamot sa batok. "Hindi na 'yun mahalaga, hehe."
I am still looking at his eyes but I couldn't see anything. Wala akong nakikitang future. Weird, but I could really see nothing. Like I was being a normal person who doesn't have an ability. Nawala na ba ito?
Napaiwas kaagad ako ng tingin and looked at a person who passes by. It was a teenager beggar. He was walking alone along the street, trying his luck to beg for money with the people na hindi niya naman kilala. He walked towards me and our eyes met for a second. Pero kaagad din akong nag-iwas ng tingin nang makita ko ang future niya. He will become a successful business owner someday. It has been his dream, dati pa. But wait... did I just see someone's future again?
BINABASA MO ANG
PHANTASM | oneshot
Short StoryTo anyone who dreams, this is for you. Note: Reposted. Originally posted on Facebook for a WriCon.