Entangled Strings (Under-revision)

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Nonetheless, I might as well do exercises in the morning or the evening. This is just for maintaining my body. Come on, just think about a skeleton without a single workout. That'll just make me weak, right?

I then decided to go for a walk around the school premises. Taking tours is a good way to familiarize one's self with a certain place. Within those times of leisure, I lost my way, again. Just wow!

'Nature is a friend to all, don't you think?' my conscience asked. Yes, but it is a battle for those who have trouble in memorizing directions. Those are just me in a different light.

The door squeaked softly as I opened it in the same manner. I suddenly remembered when I first took a step inside this very door. Ventured as though it was magical, especially the baby's breath! You will think that it was made of plastic because of its beauty, but then it was really planted and was taken care of. Kudos to Dana for doing a good job with the flowers.

Several to almost everything amazed me, except for the beds for crying out loud. I'll ask my mom for replacements if ever I had a chance. And if it is fine with Daren. After all, this is still his room.

After letting my eyes wander, I planned to wear a simple gray racerback paired with jogging pants from my old school. I worried a little since that might cause another misunderstanding. Who knows? Some people are a bit overreacting (like my block mates), right? I also thought that it would be disrespectful but after several back-and-forth paces, I just chose a different sweatpants, but with the same color of black.

Raccoon slippers are my thing so I brought a pair from home, scratch that, I'm just really fond of raccoons. They are so cute, and that's why. Make-ups are not allowed on the campus so no need to remove such things, although, it's not that I use them that often.

I planned to go to the mini forest and review the topics from earlier and some advance readings for tomorrow. Just in case, I brought my phone if ever it'll get too boresome. I've got a few syllabus and pamphlets in hand.

I stopped nearby the river and placed a towel below my things, I'd probably sit on the ground, it is not that dirty because of the bed of grass, I can even lay on the ground.

I opened my syllabus in Gen Psy and went through it for a bit. I also did some activities beforehand. When I finally about to finish my studies, one of my favorite songs played, Our First Song. A song that was recommended by my childhood crush, or at least, that was what dawned in me. I just knew how to sing it. Reality became a blur while memories turn into their own notes. Though, I can't tell if they were really moments from the past or just a trick of my imagination. Back when I was in grade school, I found myself singing this out of nowhere. I did not even know the title at first.

There was a point in my life that I thought that my former crush was the composer of that song. Well, until I saw a video of a girl singing the same song. The caption of the video was the title of the song and the original singer's name, Melissa. Just Melissa. Maybe, it was for privacy issues. But if I were her, I would be proud to be able to write a very good song.

Singing the first line, I've recollected all the crazy things that we've done together. Sadly, I only remembered his nickname, Din, other than that is only blurred memoirs.

"Time to let, the time to let, the time to let the beat drop. Baby I'mma let you know. Don't always gotta be fast, maybe we can take it slow," I vocalized along with the tune.

But it went too slow, time wanted to take our chances away and was successful to do so. I don't blame the strings of fate though. Even earphones tangle themselves on a daily basis. Few will suddenly sing alone, since the other bud is somehow broken unconciously.

"Don't always gonna rush, gotta build that trust. We're two birds just singin' that song." Just like what I did, I sang my heart out.

I was not really rushing but the trust was immanent. It was there the whole time. Yet being birds can actually mean, freedom can only be achieved when you learn to let go, like birds, we should be free for it is our right to be. Is that why he left? Or did he? Beats me! That's way beyond my mind.

"Singing that la-dee-dee-do-dee-da, melodies go back and forth. You sittin' on the G string maybe I just struck a chord," I continued. "The music's in your heart. That's where I'm gonna start. And if you just play along."

Music was really in our hearts, we both knew how to sing, right? I'm hoping that until now, you kept your passion. We played, yes, we bet lots. Hence, fate risked more. Ma informed me regarding the bits of scenarios tht I've ran pass by during a dream.

"I'll make sure I'm in tune in this concert just for two."

I started to sway along with the song. I tried to enjoy every bit of it. Every bit of memories that will eventually fade once the song stops. I couldn't help but think that I seemed crazy.

"'Cause this is our first song—" I was cut and was caught off guard.

"What are you doing here? Just so you know, the grass your stepping on is mine. Apart from that, you've got a really soothing voice, Ms. Feliciano. I didn't know that a voice like that can come from a demeanor like yours." Daren smirked at that.

"How long were you there, Mr. Pirouette? And what's up with my appearance?" I asked out of curiosity until I realized what he meant.

My brows wrinkled when he answered nonchalantly.

"Not too long, just to hear your song. Hmm, your second question is a bit obvious so, figure out what that meant by yourself." He licked his lower lip when he noticed that I knew that he was pertaining to my proportions.

'I'm small, yeah right. Was it fun to rub it in?' I retorted at the back of my head, refusing to voice it out as I roll my eyes.

"Where'd you got that piece?" He asked me with menacing eyes when he disclosed that I won't talk. "I only remembered singing that when I was a little guy. With someone dear to me. Welp, never mind that. Maybe, that was only a coincidence. Has it came to be famous? My mom would be surprised for you to know that. Oh fuck bitter sweet shits." He ate his words and whispered something, then went out of my sight. He've sung this before, huh? Why would Aunt Amelia react like how he stated it as though it was a big deal? A favorite? It's a good song, after all.

It's not famous anymore, sadly. Well, it was, I guess? The version that I downloaded was a cover because the original was already taken down years ago. Reasons were not known.

He mentioned singing this with someone, however, there is also no way that he is my first love. Even without my exact memories, I was able to capture a picture of the little Din, he was such a cutie-pie, as my mother described him to be. I found out that he was older than me. Hence, he was soft-spoken, of course, that is also according to my mother.

So much different from the Daren that I am witnessing now. Din is a lot sweeter, I suppose. And it's not that Daren has even an inzy winzy bit of sugar in him. I reckon that he is not him. Only thinking about it makes my heart race, to think that my idol was my first love is too much to handle. I've got sight of Din's precious diamond-like eyes and would leave his face whenever he smiles, unlike Daren's dark ones, with its deep black marbles. I ave noted that his eyes will only fade when he shoots dagger-like stares.

And it would be too cliché if that happens. It'd be far from reality, for sure. Being with him, my idol, is already too much to ask for. Is he still my idol? Maybe? I became a fan without knowing his other side and just because of his talent. I've been supporting him since his debut stage and I don't think that it'll fade just like that.

Bing bong!

[Good afternoon, dear students! I'm hoping for your entertainment for the first day of our school year. By the way, I'm the spokesperson of Principal Medina, Leandro Carson. I'd like to deliver a news. Don't worry, classes won't resume for the day. The next hours will be for your clubs. Yes, you are bound to choose what suits you best. Choose wisely, it will be part of your college years. Thank you for hearing me out. Good luck and may God bless and guide everyone of you.]

Should I change into my uniform, again? Ah, this announcement is so late. At least, there ain't no classes! I'll just text Arnie to inform her about the sudden plans.

"THE DAY WON'T end that soon, deary." Kismet. Or was it destiny caaling out? It may be the same.