The whole room was pitch black, like an endless tunnel, with no way out.
It was midnight. The time of the living dead. The whole street was eerily silent as usual with its residents snoring away soundly on their fluffy plush beds.
From the perspective of an outsider, the residents of number 28 would probably be doing the same as the others. Dreaming with their drools making a puddle on their pillows. After all, the whole house was just as dark as midnight with curtains drawn tightly.
A line of light made its way onto a neat desk that was cluttered by pencils lying around. The source was from a desk lamp that was already used to being on at this weird hour of the day.
The light framed a silhouette of a tall person with a mast of slightly tousled bed hair although it could also be because of the hand running through in frustration.
A teenage boy was hunching over his desk, concentrating over his project, which was a piece of paper with what seemed to be filled with stanzas.
Midnight has always been a favourite time for Evan, as it was the time where he could stop pretending being someone else. When he could drop the façade and just be himself, with no worries of being judge by the cold stares of the cruel and murderous world.
It was the best time for him to smooth his mind over things, for his soul to be at peace and for him to think clearly.
It was the time when he wrote his masterpiece for the best website filled with unlimited stories.
Wattpad.com
The thought of the website brought his mind to wander along other things, possibly related to the paper in front that is currently attracting all of his concentration.
That thing, or rather person was Jules, preferably called as Mrs Strawberry by his tongue.
The thought of her naivetés, innocence and positive self-brought a smile to his face. She has wormed her way into his heart, marking its territory there by bringing along her rays of sunlight.
Jules was someone whom he thought exist no longer, for she was that someone, whom he could be himself, dropping his façade and guard with no worries of being judged. She was that someone, even his sister Helen could never be.
The thought of the deal they made over the phone brought a pang of hurt through his heart. He would meet her at Dawson's Park and she would leave him forever as if they've never met before.
Why would he want that when he is already falling for her? How would life be if they have never met over the website. Would it be different if he never commented on her story?
He shook his head slightly to rid of those thoughts before staring back at the piece of paper in front.
Still intent on the task at hand, he tried to focus, before it was interrupted by a sudden flash of memory.
The beatings he suffered over the years, the shooting, the scars all over his body brought him a jolt of realization. The bitter childhood memories has brought the dark side over him, the dark side that didn't exist before it all happened. It made him bitter, cold, emotionless, just like a statue.
The jolt of realization made him realise that perhaps his Mrs Strawberry has a point. He wasn't good for her. The distance between them may not be much but their split personalities made them living worlds apart. A world that would never collide to co-exist.
She was all sunshine and happiness, while he was a jerk with a hole that would never fill.
She sees the good and bright side of things while all he sees was black.
Just like his bedroom.
All black.
A hole.
A lone tear made its way down his face. He let it flow, too surprise to even move. He never cried after the shooting. Not even when the doctors announced his mother's death.
So, why was he crying to the thought of leaving some girl over the internet?
Realizing how much he cared for her wouldn't help him get over her. He knew he would always love her, but he would never be good enough for her. He could never bring himself to open up, he wouldn't even want to bring his problems and bitterness to jeopardize her happy and perfect life.
With that, he made and oath. An oath that wouldn't bring any happiness for him, but necessary for the happiness of the girl he loved.
He would leave her, never bother her again because nothing good will come out of it.
Scribbling slightly at the bottom of the page, he then stood up from his chair, giving his back to it, staring out through the window, not seeing anything at all.
Turning around, he turned the lights off before making his way hastily towards his bed.
He paused and glanced back, smiling slightly at the piece of paper.
The girl and the shark.
A fitting tittle for the them and the poem.
Mrs Strawberry.
A drawing of a strawberry was at the bottom of the page, followed by 'You're beautiful ;)'
With the thoughts of Jules beautiful face filling his mind, he then dozed off to sleep, smiling contently.
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Hi Arix! Thanks for giving me this opportunity to express what I thought happened along the journey of MWL.
Anyone who's bothered to read this, I'd like to say, "Thank You!" I know it's not an originally creative created story, but seeing people reading/commenting/voting for this made me smile.
If any of you have any spare time, could you please check out my own works? For now I am focusing on Chain the Promise Ring. You can all find it on my profile or click the external link button.
Once again, thanks guys!
Peace,
~Naily
