Iridescent

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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LIFE IS full of possibilities. Full of unimaginable truth, and unexplainable lies. This world is absolutely unique, absolutely wonderful.

Thinking about every what if’s, letting my mind run into the wild, ignoring the limits, and going beyond. Looking everywhere for ideas, letting it flow like a river. Gently coming into place, that’s when I grab my pen and let my hand write.

I am Ashley Cea Aguilar, a 16-year-old writer. They said I was common, normal, and simple. Physically, that was true. I'm not gorgeous nor sexy. I was just, the typical high schooler you will see.

But mentally? I am not. I have the weirdest imagination, I have the wildest dreams. My mind is full of what if’s. My mind is full of overflowing ideas. Full of flowery words, full of fictional scenarios.

I am a writer. I have been a writer ever since I was a toddler. My mom is also a writer, and I guess that is why I always have these weird ideas. Maybe it flows in the veins.

“Anak, let’s go? Hindi ka pa ba tapos sa isinusulat mo?” My mom, a 33-year-old teacher, and writer, Ariala Celine Aguilar called me.

“I’m done. Let’s go.” I said and grabbed my notebook and pen. After cleaning my things, I held my bag as I walked along with the crowd. I lowered my head, afraid that someone would see my eyes.

I looked around just to see different people with different eye colors. Red, blue, yellow, brown, and black. This... This is the weirdest thing in the world right now.

Your soulmate’s feelings are connected to you and you will know with your eyes. Your eyes will change its colors depending on your soulmate’s mood. It was indeed, amazing.

But, even if I was amazed about that as a kid, as a teen, I am not. Because I realized how shitty relationships are. I looked at my mom and stared at her eyes.

It was pitch black.

And her eyes never changed its colors. That’s because her soulmate left her to marry another woman. My dad left my mom without knowing that they had me. That was shit.

I know.

I looked around again for the second time not minding the eyes, only focusing on the lights of the building. Blinking red and black, blue, and green. It was a normal yet beautiful night in our big town.

“Anak, you’re zoning out. Napagod ka ba sa pag susulat?” My mom asked looking concerned.

I smiled a little and nodded. No, I am not tired. I’m just thinking so much that I forget the world... My mom noticed that I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings so she held my hand.

My mom has been so caring ever since. Maybe that’s because she knew that she was the only one that I have. She knew that she was the only one who can protect me.

If you’re going to ask me if I hate my dad? Well no. Yes, he left, but we’re good. Me and my mom can handle ourselves. Maybe it’s actually better without him.

“Ash, may pasok na ulit bukas. Matulog ka ng maaga,” Mom reminded me.

I cleaned myself after eating dinner. It’s Sunday. My mom and I usually hang out every Sunday to write. It’s already 9 PM, and I need to wake up for tomorrow. I was just about to sleep when I felt my eyes hurting.

I closed my eyes. I don’t want to see it change its colors. As much as possible, I don’t want to care about my soulmate. What if he has someone else? What if he doesn’t want me?

I don’t want to feel attached. I don’t want to feel anything for him. Or if he is a he. Well you know, you can have your soulmate, having the same gender as you. And it’s okay.

That’s the new rule of this new world, you are allowed to love anyone, no one will mind if you are dating a boy or a girl. You love the person, not their gender.

That night, I slept with a heavy heart. Out of overthinking and anxiety. I knew that overthinking won’t help me but it won’t just go away. It’s not my fault for having anxiety. I just wish to be better.

It was cold. I was trembling, I was shaking in fear. I see my mom and a guy, fighting. I can see them shouting at each other. I can see my mom crying. I can hear my mom’s devastating cries.

I woke up, with cold sweat running through my whole body. What was that just now? I pull myself up from my bed and run inside my mother’s room. When I opened the door, I saw her, crying alone.

“Mommy, are you okay? Did you dream about dad again? Because I had it too,” I asked my mom.

“Sorry anak, I just can’t help but think of your dad again,” Mommy explained, wiping her tears.

“It’s okay mommy, you can cry. Just... Don’t let it get into you. I’m going to sleep here tonight,” I told her.

That night. I prayed so hard, that I don’t want to meet my soulmate.

That if it’s going to be that hard falling in love, then I don’t want it.

I just want to protect my heart from breaking.

Don’t let me fall.

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Hi bitches this is me, Mei. Char, feeling vlogger amp. Hi, bobo ako sa English, maawa kayo i correct niyo mga mali ko huhu.

Anyway, ang ikli nito hihe. Skl bakit ba.