prolouge:
I've been walking for about 1 hour by now until i passed through the garden where the plaza bay is clearly on my sight,
i loved this place, i remember where my friends and i used to play here, how nostalgic it is.
i roam around for a second and then someone familiar cought my eye
i saw her, waiting there.
shes pretty in that floral dress, holding a notebook in her arms hugging it tight within her breast
the cool breeze of wind coming from the sea making her hair shine even more as the sunlight reflects through her.
and then i saw her smile, as the bird flew down to her
i waited till someone come, but just then I haven’t notice it was dawn and theres no one comed near her
until the other day, i saw her again.
i dont understand why i am doing this,
but seeing her everyday after school, going home
taking this short cut route without costing to buy a bike ive been asking my dad to give me.
now im getting used to it, and always enjoying when i finally got here, with one block im almost home.
but just when i saw her yesterday,
and today, i feel like staying for little longer and feel the atmosphere of this place once more, realizing maybe that's why shes here too.
i look at her side, and saw her writing in her book again, and then after exact 3 hours like yesterday she'll walk near the water. smiling at the birds shes been feeding.
i look to her eyes and found something.
it shot through me, in some way i feel like shes hurt
i am sure shes bleeding somewhere. . .
and i wanna know why.
When im starting to learn something about her, im also starting to know more about myself.
******* hi, ! i hope someone would love to read my story(ies).
Lots of love, tc and God bless.
