Blink Things

Oh, well.

A/N: I decided to share this story here since napasa ko naman na sya as an activity-an offline activity actually in one of our subjects for this semester. I had fun writing it, hindi ko lang alam if my Prof did haha. Honestly? I failed to accomplished his requirement na "short-story" kase after re-reading THIS, gosh I never felt so...dumb in my entire gorgeous life. This story never made any sense haha!

And why is that exactly?

Well, why don't you try and see for yourself? 

Read it. Feel free to judge kekeke.

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"It's always cold here but for some reason, it feels warm and cozy now for real."

I figured; the rain had stopped just an hour ago, and there's a light outside with so much glow.

I'm in my room, laying flat-stomach on the bed; I have no idea how to make myself productive before this day ends. Sleep, wake up, stare at the ceiling, walk around my room, and too lazy to go down for food; I never go outside, it's the routine I feel as though I'm glued.

First, I pull myself up, walk to my study table, and admire the fog on the window. I grabbed and was about to read one of my Darren Shan's Vampire books when a letter slipped off from the pages which got me hooked. 

It was a letter, an old letter from someone I have no clue. It looked like it's been here for ages and it smells like drool. I pulled it out and muttered 

"To whom does this belong? Was it here for what seemed, so long?"

Interesting. 

"But why didn't I notice you before? Darren Shan's my favorite so how did I miss you?"

Curiosity is kicking, it's time to fill it in. I walked and sat back to my bed, holding the letter; ready to be read. So, I unfolded the letter and scanned through it first 

"Hmm, the penmanship is familiar. It's beautiful, unlike mine." 

With my heart beating, here goes nothing;

"Happiest Birthday to you my Jennie!First, I'm sorry if I have to use your favorite book to slip this letter but I know you, even when you're tired from school you're always going to be like "Darren Shan first.Darren Shan second." So, I'm sure you're already reading this letter! Look under your bed; there lies your present! Don't go anywhere else now! Just stay at home! Love, Mum."

I blinked, not once but twice. 

"What did I just read? Who's Jennie? And...a present?" 

My curiosity level is now above the roof and under this bed will end it soon. 

So, I kneeled and my hand began to search through the dark until my hand nudged on something; once pulled out, there revealed a big, black, and pink coated box. It was already covered in dirt. Although, so long since it had cared, it looked like it's never been opened; the black and pink ribbon was still perfectly wrapped around the box. 

"It must be it. The present that Jennie's Mum's talking about."

The moment I opened the present, tears streamed down my face. The memories of what seems to be yesterday come back a second. 

Both hands are trembling as I pick what's inside; an album and a light stick of BLACKPINK alas! I remember it all, this room, my mum and "Jennie" was me all along!

The door opened, revealing my Mum and my brother. 

"It's about time Mum, are you ready?" Chanel asked her. 

"If only I could turn back the time, I would restrict her and keep her to bed that night. If only I gave her the letter then she would've been enjoying the present instead of the concert. If only I had known it sooner and warned her she'll never get the virus and COVID-19 will never take her. Being here again is the saddest feeling ever but I can't mourn forever. I need to let go. Jennie, my love, your sister." it was Mum...

I just stood there, realizing what's happening.

If I just listened to her sermons that time.

If only I read the book I would've read the letter; I would've enjoyed the present instead of going to the concert. 

If I didn't sneak out then I would still be enjoying her cooking and Chanel and I would still be bickering. 

"I was alone in this house...that's why it's always cold here...why those are my routine...everything is on repeat because...I'm still stuck here." 

As if on cue, my present vanished from my hold; it was mum who took it out from the place where it was hidden cold. 

"Jennie, I'm ready. I'm setting you free."

"It's always cold here but for some reason, it feels warm and cozy now for real." 

I figured; the rain had stopped just an hour ago and there's a light outside with so much glow. A voice said, 

"Jennie, let's go home."

A/N: So? How was it? Na-gets mo ba why I said na this story never made sense? Na, I wasn't able to accomplished or write what he wants us to write? 

If hindi paren...

...how sad.

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