Fiction

The expectations, the disappointments, the successes, each negatively or positively traumatic, inciting our evolution of spirit in every aspect. I now know the true meaning of the word growing pains. Outgrowing situations and people, exceeding my wildest musings with the realities I encounter.

You stand five feet away from me, and I try not to look. I've been trying so hard not to look all night. I glance at my watch. Ten minutes pass one, a little late for me, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

What would you do?

In fifteen days, summer vacation will be over.

As I was resting my head on his shoulder, I felt a sense of security that I have never felt since my Dad died. His gentle strokes on my hair sent a feeling of oneness with him... as if he is an integral part of me, the one who completes me.

My life, as I know it.

Part one - the first time.

It was the night I could never forget for the rest of my life.

His walk from the water edge to the rock where I sit was like forever. Then, I felt his warmth, his skin lightly touching mine. He sat next to me. Gently, he took my hand, kissed it, and pressed it against his chest. I froze. I felt my hand sweat. The back of my hand could feel the rapid beating of his heart while he rubbed his palm on mine with his other hand.

I felt a cold slime lightly touched my big toe. I looked down and saw two silver gray fishes with black stripes playing with each other. One is tailing behind as if chasing the one ahead.

When the mind is silent, the heart speaks.

I am still sitting on this rock, enjoying the soothing tranquility of nature. The only sound I hear is that of the smooth river current finding its way in between rocks. The river and I... just us. I am starting to believe that this is much better.

Him? He is behind that closed door, but he is very much alive in my heart. Yes, I really love him so much. I realized it now, in the midst of this solitude. The lesser I rationalize the occurrences, the clearer my emotions become.

His words ripped my heart. The argument that day was short but for me, that was the last straw. I’ve had enough. My words are always misinterpreted. I meant something else and he understood it differently. Is my grammar too Asian?

She makes life soothing for me. She shuts the blinds since the sun rears its lazy beginning. She then plays some music on the stereo. She plays with my ears softly while she sings Juciest by Alicia Keys.

Her fingers kept on brushing through the long strands of my hair...

"Life can be tough sometimes... I understand what you are going through, but you’ll get over it and say: this too, shall pass."

Sweetly, she uttered those comforting words as my tears kept pouring like heavy rains in June.

Embrace me as I come near you.
O sweetest refuge of mine,
You are my comfort when I am in deep sorrow.
Welcome me now with your warmth,
For I chose to lay beneath you forever...

"Mom, Father Dominguez called to tell you that the prayer meeting is about to start."

"Really? I think I better go now."

That’s my Mom, very Catholic and pious.

My friendship with Venus is like a flower that started as a bud and fully bloomed into a most colorful and beautiful flower worth preserving forever.

"EEEEYYYUUUTTT!!!"

Loud and crisp!

I pressed SEND then off it went straight to... guess where?

My boss’s YM window!

@#$%... Panic... Panic!

Undo! Undo!

Oops!

YMs don’t have UNDO button. I wanted to call the Yahoo! Hotline and scream. "Please add UNDO button now!"

I have become the suggestion of a stranger... the invited intruder.

Where is the phantom entrance to somebody’s somewhere?

I am fading from view.

I am nothing but a flicker.

I am nothing but a speck of dust, floating and shimmering in the air.

I am in the middle of it all just like you.