float ⚓ seventeen
I slept like l had never slept before last night. He had told me he loves me.
How odd. Seth.
He is so...entoxicating, and complicated. I want to laugh,
I love him!
I do don't I!
I feel like dancing around, but Instead, I focus that energy on peddling.
He seems so happy today. I wonder where it is we are off to today, I knew he would love me if we bond. I knew he would.
Stop peddling. He says suddenly.
We drive on a very busy highway, but I stop none the less. He gets off the bicycle and I follow suit.
Why have we stopped? We just began our journey.
The next car that's coming. He says, taking the bicycle into the bushes. My heart sinks and my mouth goes dry.
He wants to steal...again.
Do it Eliza, damn! The car is going to pass us!
He's lost his soft tone, I want to cry. Do I love him? Oh, please help me now. I look to the sky.
He shuffles across the road and hides in the bushes, I can slightly see him drawing his gun. I swallow hard.
Nothing goes down.
Approaching the road, I wave my hands frantically, the car stops. It's the car that was behind the previous. They haven't seen him hide into the bushes...
I can practically feel him smile from his vantage point.
I-I'm sorry. I say to the lovely couple in the car, I'm lost. I study the things inside the new car. I see a wedding dress.
Newly weds. The woman smiles at me, showing the ring. She caught me staring. I smile back warily.
Run. I whisper, but she doesn't ctach it. The wind carries it away.
And then everything feels like de-ja vu.
He runs up, blood curdling screams,
he draws out his gun.
The man in the car seems unphased,
he tries to negotiate,
Seth doesn't listen...
cars approach, people will see us...my knees go weak.
The woman looks afraid,
she begs her husband to take out his wallet,
he refuses.
And then there's a gunshot.
Her husbands head lolls to the side.
My stomach lurches, I feel sick.
She screams. I look at Seth through the window,
he's afraid.
She's calling someone, she's crying,
she's dialling 911.
And then everything goes black.
A thousand shades of black.
And I'm falling into it.
BINABASA MO ANG
s e r e n d i p i t y
Short Story❛❛here is the lonely hum in my brain where your name used to be. ❜❜
