She slowly closes her locker door. The weight of the bag she slings on her shoulder could not compare to how heavy her heart felt. Looking up, she suddenly sees him standing at the end of the corridor gaily chatting to his friends. Seeing the wide smile on his face, her heart breaks a little more. She quietly turns on her heel and walks down the opposite end of the hallway to her classroom.
Plumping up the pillows on her bed, she settles herself comfortably back down and turns her attention back to her half written paper. It is 10pm, and she still had loads to finish on the assignment that was due tomorrow. *beep* He was online. All of a sudden, she found it hard to concentrate. Questions swam in her head; if would he message her, what would they talk about, how was she supposed to react... As she prints out the last pages of her assignment 2 hours later, she takes one last peek at her messenger. He was still online. No message. With a deep sigh, she shuts the lid of her laptop.
She stares at the screen of her hand phone. She had just spent the past 20 minutes figuring out how to write a simple, non-combustible message (without betraying how she felt) to him just to request for a copy of the project guidelines that were handed out in class that afternoon. The instant and short reply of just 'Sure.' made her sad, like he couldn't be bothered with her. Gone were the 'dear's and 'miss you's that always accompanied his messages.
It had been a pleasant day, with much shopping and laughter as she whiled away the time with her best friend. As they speed past the beach, she suddenly falls quiet leaving Mindy to chatter on. She looks at the sunset, at the crashing waves, the long stretch of white sand, the couples walking along hand-in-hand and she suddenly feels a terrible hollowness within her. He had promised to take her for that long awaited beach trip, which now seemed never to be.
She had tried her best to fill her time; buying novels to read, organizing outings with friends, chatting on the phone, keeping up with her studies... but at every free moment, he crept into her thoughts. And at the of the day, when everything was over and she had locked her front door behind her, she was always haunted by the emptiness of her house and the crushing loneliness of just her.. and she would weep.
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Monday, July 23, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
A Spiritual Reunion
'Code Blue! Code Blue!'
She swung her chubby legs to and fro as they dangled over the edge of the orange plastic chair. Her big brown eyes blinked twice as a flurry of white coats raced by her into the glassed room. She watched as they struggle to stick a tube down the throat of a pretty lady, with her curly hair and her rosebud lips; who was trashing around on the big bed.
A young man paces the back of the room, features twisted in fear as he stares at the doctors working hard to revive his wife. White sheets stained a deep red as blood dribbles down her lips and out of the gaping wound in her stomach. He turns away, his knuckles almost white as he clenches his fists tightly. The little girl stares at him from her row of orange seats, silently twirling a lock of strawberry blonde hair around her finger.
The clock on the wall ticks. A harried doctor sticks a syringe into one of the many tubes dangling out of her arms; another doctor barks out orders to the nurses scuttling about in a panic. The machine beside the bed beeps loudly, green lights flashing as erratic patterns on the screen flatten out into a straight line.
More people are running into the room. Someone reaches for the paddles, another rips open the lady's hospital gown, everyone backs away from the bed. The blinds are closed, blocking the room from public view. Sighing, the little girl jumps off her chair and smooths down her pink smocked dress. Adjusting her polka dotted headband, she steals a quick glance at the clock.
3 a.m. She smiles sweetly as a figure approaches her. They embrace, tears glistening in both pairs of chestnut eyes.
"I've been waiting for you, mommy. It's time to go."
The room door slides open. The young man slumps against the wall, head in his hands as tears soak through his fingers. They both turn to look at him. Taking her mother's hand, she quietly says " Daddy will be alright mommy. He's got my favourite angel looking after him." The lady looks at her with a sad smile and slowly nods. Together, they walk away into the light.
She swung her chubby legs to and fro as they dangled over the edge of the orange plastic chair. Her big brown eyes blinked twice as a flurry of white coats raced by her into the glassed room. She watched as they struggle to stick a tube down the throat of a pretty lady, with her curly hair and her rosebud lips; who was trashing around on the big bed.
A young man paces the back of the room, features twisted in fear as he stares at the doctors working hard to revive his wife. White sheets stained a deep red as blood dribbles down her lips and out of the gaping wound in her stomach. He turns away, his knuckles almost white as he clenches his fists tightly. The little girl stares at him from her row of orange seats, silently twirling a lock of strawberry blonde hair around her finger.
The clock on the wall ticks. A harried doctor sticks a syringe into one of the many tubes dangling out of her arms; another doctor barks out orders to the nurses scuttling about in a panic. The machine beside the bed beeps loudly, green lights flashing as erratic patterns on the screen flatten out into a straight line.
More people are running into the room. Someone reaches for the paddles, another rips open the lady's hospital gown, everyone backs away from the bed. The blinds are closed, blocking the room from public view. Sighing, the little girl jumps off her chair and smooths down her pink smocked dress. Adjusting her polka dotted headband, she steals a quick glance at the clock.
3 a.m. She smiles sweetly as a figure approaches her. They embrace, tears glistening in both pairs of chestnut eyes.
"I've been waiting for you, mommy. It's time to go."
The room door slides open. The young man slumps against the wall, head in his hands as tears soak through his fingers. They both turn to look at him. Taking her mother's hand, she quietly says " Daddy will be alright mommy. He's got my favourite angel looking after him." The lady looks at her with a sad smile and slowly nods. Together, they walk away into the light.
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