Heaven Knows

13: Dominic

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Chapter 13: Dominic

Love is suicide.

You think I didn’t know that before I took the risk of falling? I fell too hard from Heaven, no—I fell too hard for Heaven like a fallen angel wanting back its burnt wings. But love is about taking the challenge and knowing where or how far will you go.

Anna is my sweet apocalypse. My irony of sweet sassy molassy. My bitter and sweet. My beautiful pain. Suddenly, love has made me a masochist minus the BDSM part. I wear Heaven like a branded shirt. I bring her anywhere like a cell phone. And she made me very corny. As if it’s not that obvious.

“Dude, will you stop it?” Scott told me when he decided to crash my piano rehearsal.

“Stop what?” I grinned at him.

“That!” he grimaced at me. “You look like a guy who’s madly in love.” he shivered in disgust.

I snorted. “I already am.”

“Shit!” he cursed. “Damn. Seriously?”

I raised both of my eyebrows at him as I continued with Chopin’s Waltz.

He shivered in disgust again. “That is so cliché—touché.”

I sighed. “What’s wrong with that? Scott, cliché still sells just like sex and groceries.”

He flinched at me and he blinked hard as if he’s checking if I’m real.

“What have you done to my best friend?” he narrowed his eyes at me. “Have you abducted him or something? Where is Dominic Savio? I demand to see him at once!”

I rolled my eyes at him and I focused on my musical sheet. “I’m right here, Scott.”

“Are you really my best friend? As I recall you’re celibate—” I scowled at him. “—were you conjured or something?”

I sighed again as I dropped the keys. “I am still me, Scott. Just better because of love.”

“Pooh-wee.” He wrinkled his nose. “Can you hear yourself? You sounded like a white noise, mate. It’s terrible.”

“And you sounded like a misplaced cacophony.” I retorted. “Scott, no offense—”

“But you’re about to offend me.” He cuts in and I squeezed my eyes shut just to not hit his smug face.

“—just because you don’t believe in love or fairy tales doesn’t mean I have to be corrupted as well. I chose to be happy and I feel sorry for you.”

“I feel sorry for you, Dom.” He prompted. “It’s… perversity. And things like that should remain in books and movies. They taint the real world black and white and it ain’t funny.”

“Harsh. Tell that to the novelists and the movie directors.”

“They get paid to make-up those things, Dom.”

“You’re being unreasonable and deficient, Scott.”

He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “Well, are you a prince charming?”

“No, but—”

“See.” He waved a hand to say he is correct and I am badly mistaken. “Sometimes we make up happy endings because we couldn’t have one.”

I shook my head in disbelief. I didn’t know I’ll have this argument with my best friend. And to think, it’s very null and very shallow. But I couldn’t blame the guy when he has been badly broken by love before. I couldn’t judge him either if he doesn’t believe in love or fairytales anymore because I didn’t know what he has been through to lose that happy ending.