An eagle flew across the sky. It crossed the moonlight and other thousand wings scattered across the clouds as the sound of thunder waned. She rested her head on his shoulders. He held her hands in his. An orchestra began to play. Their hearts drummed. She couldn't help but let the tears roll down her cheeks. He felt her chest heave. He stared into her eyes, tried to in the dark relying on the flickering lights from the theater screen. She turned her head deep into his arms and he curled them perfectly allowing her face to rest on his chest and then she bursts into laughter, slowly getting the crowds' attention that they both had to quickly flee the cinema.
She tiptoed her way out of the aisles while he struggled to pick up their bags and slippers on the floor. It was one of those emotional outbursts she could not control and he knew it would bring them both to shame had they not left in haste. It wasn't that which he tried to avoid though, it was the pain of seeing her sad when people looked at her with that familiar inquisitive stare. She was that kind of girl people would call special. She would spend hours just watching the sky or painting lines that never form into anything magical much less discernible. Yet he loved her, knew her from way way too long ago and adored her every frown, every smile every breath. As they walked on he suddenly realized he forgot something in the movie house so he motioned for her to wait and she answered with a nod and a smile. He ran, used every energy in his system to get back to her side as fast as he could when he fortunately found his wallet still on their vacated seats.
He scanned every corner, every line, every face where he left her but couldn't find her. He began to panic. This has never happened before. He did not know exactly what to do. In desperation he headed for the exit and dismissed every voice he heard only wanting to perceive one face, her face. There was a loud thud. Glasses shattered and tires screeched. After awhile everything was a haze. He opened his eyes, two pair of eyes locked with his and for the first time they seem to have recognized him for what he truly was. The lips paired with the eyes began to move and spoke his name. For many years she did not speak, could not speak because of a traumatic event that left her frozen in time. Yet she began to utter his name and after his name said the words...I...looovee.. you....His eyes welled up with tears but his eyelids seemed too heavy to be kept open and he closed them, in his last moments of consciousness he could hear her repeating those three words and he kept wishing he could turn back the hands of time....so he could tell her he loved her too....tell her he has always loved her too....
She tiptoed her way out of the aisles while he struggled to pick up their bags and slippers on the floor. It was one of those emotional outbursts she could not control and he knew it would bring them both to shame had they not left in haste. It wasn't that which he tried to avoid though, it was the pain of seeing her sad when people looked at her with that familiar inquisitive stare. She was that kind of girl people would call special. She would spend hours just watching the sky or painting lines that never form into anything magical much less discernible. Yet he loved her, knew her from way way too long ago and adored her every frown, every smile every breath. As they walked on he suddenly realized he forgot something in the movie house so he motioned for her to wait and she answered with a nod and a smile. He ran, used every energy in his system to get back to her side as fast as he could when he fortunately found his wallet still on their vacated seats.
He scanned every corner, every line, every face where he left her but couldn't find her. He began to panic. This has never happened before. He did not know exactly what to do. In desperation he headed for the exit and dismissed every voice he heard only wanting to perceive one face, her face. There was a loud thud. Glasses shattered and tires screeched. After awhile everything was a haze. He opened his eyes, two pair of eyes locked with his and for the first time they seem to have recognized him for what he truly was. The lips paired with the eyes began to move and spoke his name. For many years she did not speak, could not speak because of a traumatic event that left her frozen in time. Yet she began to utter his name and after his name said the words...I...looovee.. you....His eyes welled up with tears but his eyelids seemed too heavy to be kept open and he closed them, in his last moments of consciousness he could hear her repeating those three words and he kept wishing he could turn back the hands of time....so he could tell her he loved her too....tell her he has always loved her too....
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Love someone? say it before it is too late....
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ReplyDeleteI believe that one of the greatest tragedy of love is not being able to say it and show it before it is too late.
ReplyDeleteSo sad a story naman even the spammers love it. Hey sis, how about making a suspense-typed poetry. Yung bang ala Alfred Hitchcock. Ang galing kasi ng flow ng mga gawa mo.
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ReplyDeletei agree with the rest here, you can publish your own book...your stories always interesting, profound and poignant. i will not be surprised one day, if i read here you're publishing a book soon. :) anyway, this story reminds us to always say i love you to the people we love, or else it will be too late like how this one ends. goodluck Doc, i'll be your fan. God bless you always! xx
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