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Mai Ling Junior Member
since 2000-03-15
Posts 15 |
The stars that darted the skies of Manila were slowly fading from their barred innocence. When I stopped by at a local hang out, right in front of my pad, I felt nostalgia creeping all over my system. As I stepped inside the place, it was beautiful, I thought. Even the neon diner sign, brought a chill in my spine. "Absolute Zero", it read. I remembered it as a rock band way back in college, where Grayson used to play the drums. Grayson, the man whose name meant everything to me. I remembered how we got along so well, I used to call him Bro, and he called me his little sister. A smile escaped my lips slowly, as I recalled the times we spent together. He was optimistic that's why I liked him in the first place. I needed his cheerful disposition to bring color to my own gray world. I thought that was it. Then again, maybe I needed his love and affection. He was always there for me, whenever I needed him. For instance, I cried my heart out to him once, when my boyfriend just broke up with me. I felt so stupid loving someone who didn't deserve to be loved. I told him, it broke his heart more than it did to mine. I found myself smiling more brightly, as I examined one of the paintings. One particular painting caught my glance, it was mine. I realized the owner must be rich, it was in my exhibit last month and it costed half a million pesos. It was of a long- haired man who exposed his bare chest. Critics found the man's bareness enticing enough to behold. I didn't believe in such implications. It was his eyes. It was Grayson's eyes that enslaved their spirits, just like what he did with mine. Graduation came and it was painfully disastrous for the two of us. He went to Scotland to join his family and there was nothing I could do to make him stay. Even telling him, that I loved him. We never talked after that night. He left without even saying goodbye. My heart died a painful death. I never expected to receive a call from his family, almost a decade after he left. I realized, it was something of great importance to me and his family. They didn't have to tell me. I felt the presence of uneasiness in their voices. Grayson died. He was found breathless in his room, and scattered all over the place, was drug paraphernalia. I felt numb that I didn't cry a tear that night, not even once. I wanted to remember him that way -that he was always strong for me; that he was my hero, the only man who gives me hope, everytime I fall. "Shai", I heard a familiar voice call out my name. It was Charlotte, Grayson's sister. As fate would have it, their family owns the place. She wanted to tell me how much he valued our friendship, before Grayson committed suicide. He told her that he wanted the whole world to know how special I was in his life. And that he did, perfectly well. |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
I loved this read but you left me hanging. He did that perfectly well how? I felt like there was something missing in this piece. Otherwise it was well constructed, I thought.  Welcome to Prose. |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Big Heary Welcome to Prose! Well written story here, and I enjoyed it much, but how did he manage to do that perfectly well baffles me. Good writing and I hope to see more of you in here. P.S. Got Deja vu yet? LOL Abrahm Simons Put one foot on the path of life and tread the dagger's path betwixt dark and light. |
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Mellon Collie Junior Member
since 2000-03-25
Posts 49united states of america |
dear mai ling, i have to agree, i too am left with a sense of incompletion at the end of this piece. you really must tell me what's going on. i tend to obsess about things and this very well might drive me insane *hehe*. sincerely, the beautiful freak |
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