There's a certain amount of food you can carry in your stomach. There's a certain amount of tasks you can do in a day. There's a certain amount of patience allotted for each person. Always, always. There are certain amounts, but it was never measured. Too much is bad, too less is bad, but no one can tell which is worse. Have you ever heard someone telling you that you shouldn't stick your nose on other people's business when you can't even manage your own problems? We'd get annoyed sometimes, but in fact, they actually make sense. What doesn't is the fact that I'm getting paid to do just that, to pry on other people's stressful, problematic, and more often than not, stupid lives.
And just like what I'm talking about, there's just a certain amount of something for everything, which means there's just a certain amount of stress for the world's most badass guidance counselor to handle. But when should I know if that certain amount is already enough? Just like what I've said, the too much and too less cannot be measured. Technically, we just feel it, and once we feel it, we deal with it. Humans differ in that part. They differ on how they deal with their inner emotions that reflects on their behavior and actions. This result to misunderstandings, mistakes and other words that starts with mis that are not really that nice. But then again, as for me, I sneak to the rooftop for a smoke.
"Hul~" I exclaimed monotonously. I am honestly surprised, but there's no way I'm shocked. I mean, I already know that this is going to happen in the near future, I'm just surprised that it is today.
The day where I meet a suicidal student about to jump her life away from the rooftop. Oh, yes. When I first entered the scene of being a guidance counselor, I thought my everyday routine will be filled with people like her. I was wrong though, so I was really disappointed. But now that it's finally here. I honestly don't know what I should feel.
I sighed and fished a cigar from my pocket. I walked towards the space beside her, we're roughly one-metre away, and leaned towards the rusty railings of the university's rooftop. This place is definitely a forbidden territory by the management and they don't let anyone, teachers and students alike, to reach this certain area. Why? Because people like her isn't really that rare.
A sharp, humid, afternoon air hit us silently making our hair dance and dust swirl around the cemented ground. She doesn't seem to be bothered by my being here, so I stayed silent for a little while. Her thoughts seemed to be in a faraway place, one which is nowhere to be found but always there. A small sarcastic smile escaped from my lips and I finally tried conversing with her.
"So much time in our hands, eh?" I spoke while my eyes glanced at the Manila skyline. The overpopulated, polluted and very dirty skyline.
"Unnecessary." She spoke in a small monotonous voice. I looked up to her and lifted a brow. If she'll be standing on the same ground level as me, she'll just be around my shoulder's height but since she's standing unsteadily on the railings, I had to crane my neck up just to see her expression. I found none though. "You forgot the word unnecessary."
"So much unnecessary time in your hands," I mumbled almost to myself and my stare collapsed on her unsteady feet. "I can see that."
Silence enveloped us again. The cigarette which was clipped between my index and middle finger just kept on hanging and the tobacco inside were slowly being poured out because of my light tapping. I wonder if I could find the peace of mind that I was looking for in this place but certainly, the answer will be no. Not when I have a time bomb right next to me.
"I know what you're trying to do."
She looked at me finally. Her hair were a short straight bob that falls just above her shoulders, her eyes were like almonds and her pupils were jet black despite being rayed by the sun. Tall nose, small lips, pale but not really that white. Her most striking feature was her eyes, they were really beautiful yet they were so so empty.
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