Always

Close Your Eyes, Make A Wish

As she drove back home, the feeling of sadness lingered in the air. The encounter with her had been cut short by his sudden appearance, and she couldn't shake off the sense of impending doom. It was clear to her that he was a threat, a rival who she felt would steal her away. The image of her smile, her laughter, and the way her eyes lit up when she saw her filled her mind. She was the epitome of perfection, and she couldn't bear the thought of losing her to someone else. But as much as she tried to push away the feeling of unease, it gnawed at her like a persistent itch.

She had to admit that he was charming, the kind of person who effortlessly commanded attention. The way he effortlessly weaved his way into the table, his smooth demeanor and confident aura, it made her heart sink with dread. She knew that she had to step up her game if she wanted to keep her by her side. But the question is how and when? The chances of meeting up again are slim, as her life is totally a mess, and she doesn't want to drag her into the pit of her chaos.

As she navigated through the winding roads, the glow of the sunlight seemed to mock her, casting eerie shadows that mirrored the turmoil raging within her. She cursed her luck and wondered what she could do to tilt the odds back in her favor. But all of her thoughts, were always circulating around the fact that she's hopeless and unable to keep going. The gentle touch, the warmth of her voice, the feelings that she felt when her fingers traveled around her eyes and cheeks, made her wish that the moment would never end. She never knew that such feelings would be felt by anyone, she never experienced such love nor warmth from someone she just barely knew. The only source of happiness and love was only found in her late family and friends, which caused her mind to be blown away.

Now after experiencing that feeling, her heart pounded into her chest, echoing its beats through her body, signaling that her soul is alive again. However, would those fluttering beats be enough to keep her alive? Or those will last for the time being until she's dragged away from her fantasy?Freen is torn between the warmth of that feeling, and the uncertainty future that she cannot control. She wants to be able to do anything, she wants to be a person that she could rely solely on her, she wants to provide her with anything that her heart desires, she wants her to be everything that she needs, and her eyes will never look at anyone else.

Unfortunately, all those thoughts were mere plans written in the pages of her mind. A book that she created the moment her hands swiftly created the first piece of machinery. She was extraordinarily skilled, creative and visionary. Anything that her hand touches, she would use it to create something that would serve her purpose. She was ambitious and set her sights straight in the future, she knew what she wanted, and such her journey began. Everyone was amazed by her talent and her ability, everyone envied her parents of having such beautiful genius child.

She was mocked, bullied and threatened by her peers. She was an introvert and cocooned into her own world. But none of that stopped her from helping others, and gaining a friends in which they are now, willing to do anything to get her smile again. The second page of her book, filled with her new abilities in hacking and coding. She was flawlessly able to penetrate any firewalls and entity servers. She was challenging the systems, in which she felt that they are mocking her abilities as she still can't believe that such powerful entities are having such weakness in terms of security.

The third page of her book, filled with stories of her friends, and how she fits them perfectly in her future. She even planned to create something big with them all, to help them with their lives. She cared about them dearly, that every single moments that has been passed, made her alternate her future plans for them. With each decision being made or changed by any means, she has to reshape her pages. Such changes made her mind almost explode in a way that no one can comprehend. For them she is a benevolent angle, for the rest she is an object to possess and use. Now after all had happened, a glimpse of hope suddenly emerges from the depths of her despair.