WHEN WE MET
When we met, I was just a nobody but a lonely nerd. She has her own world where no one was with her. A girl on fire living in her lonely world.
"Yuck! She's so ugly!"
"Lack sense on fashion."
"Old woman."
"Slave."
"Old school."
"Weirdo."
It was really a 'what the pak' situation. How could someone like him gets to like me?
I was sitting in my usual spot, in a bench grounded in front of the university's old church. Just finally got my world in peace after of an irritating loud.
Someone's cleared his throat, "Miss?"
I ignored it like weren't hearing anything at all. I flipped the page of the book about preserving human body, busy wondering what could be its content
"Miss..." He called me again, getting no response still.
I didn't mimicked a word when the book held by my hand magicked. Used to them already. What next would he do? Would he throw stones? Insults? Stabbing words? What else?
"Miss... Yoo-hoo! There's someone who handsome enough for your glance!" he giggly reacted.
A large question mark flashed through my whole face. What did he just say again?
He smiled like the tantalizing stars above the night sky. "There. Can I know your name?" He asked, keeping my book still.
Ain't I famous enough for everyone to know my name? Why asking?
"I've asked a lot of students already yet no one even could give your name."
His thick eyebrows crossed, an irritation marked his forehead with forming round sweats at the top. Maybe because of the sunrays hitting his spot. A pinkish-like-a-tiny-bud-of-pink-rose lips twitching, as if restraining to say or ask something.
"... Or would you just prefer me calling you MINE?"
Should I feel thrilled? He was acting stupidly.
"Can I stay by your side?" I didn't reply. "So I can make you feel the love I have for you..."
"Did you injected drugs?" I asked.
The cocky and jolly looks in his face gone, also the seriousness and the twitched up side of his lips. "W-What?"
He was really weird. How could any one said those shaming words? I wanted to laugh his actions. I thought he was just playing around. Oh, c'mon! Everyone did that to me. Like sort of a bet made by his group of friends.
"Della, does my face telling you I wasn't serious?" His voice was in a low tone, almost a whisper. Thanks to my clear hearing.
I pushed him to get rid of his game because I wasn't falling for it even though it really was... I was falling for his sweetness, his caring, his clinging actions, his stolen kisses, his sweet words... I was falling for everything he had done.
I tried scanning lies on his face, wishing there were and there were none. I just didn't know what. There were so I could stop myself from falling into a deeper cliff where I couldn't climb to top anymore. There were none because I was already in love with him.
"See any? If you saw, then I won't bother you anymore. You can ask my heart too for answer, Della. It would just going to say 'in love, in love, in love with Della." His voice was so sincere that made me grasped to his words. His eyes were true. There were no tainted lies. All sincerity of his intention. He held my hand with his and laid it on his chest where I could feel his rallying prisoner.
It brought warmth to my heart which made me lean onto it and listen thoroughly, not thinking I might possibly get deaf because of its eardrums-breaking loudness.
Because of his truthfulness, I believed in him and gave my all. When I said all, it belonged the strands of my hair til to my soles.
Days filled of romance, the taste of bliss, affection and love I would never fed enough.
"I love you, Della. I really really love you that you became my strength and weakness, my inspiration, my death and my breath, my life." He told it as he fixed my forehead-length bangs, looking into my eyes lovingly, making his words embodied and sculpted in my heart beautifully.
"I love you too, Jess. I love you too." After saying those, he kissed me tenderly like how he kissed me always. It was so passionate and magically wonderful.
A single tear escaped my eyes while we kissed under the big moon shining brightly above, twinkling stars and above the Bermuda in the flower garden we both made.
I smiled remembering the old days. It was still as sweet as it was. I could still feel the warmth, the strength and the love he gave.
"I hope, you were just okay there, Hon," I said to the floating body inside the blue aqua of the bigger-than-human-height cathode cylindrical glass placed inside my room.
He died in his 30th because of his heart failure. It should been remedied if he just told me earlier. I could have him an artificial heart to make him alive since I became a scientist 5 years ago.
He still looked the same when he was alive. Still had the muscular built-enough body, the manly face I always loved.
I caressed the glass that parting us, where he was being preserved. "I love you, Hon."
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