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Saturday, March 21, 2009 10:28 PM
About handkercief The girl sighed as she wondered why she decided on riding the bus today. It was crowded and there was nothing she could do about it. Her eyes wandered around the bus, observing people’s actions and giving feedback on them in her head. She looked out the window, seeing the rain washing away reality again. She sighed some more and went back to looking at the crowded environment around her. She suddenly noticed a boy holding a red handkerchief. Her heart raced faster and flashbacks of her and a boy, running in the rain, began to reappear. She stood from her seat and squeezed her way through the tight crowd. Before she could reach the boy with the red handkerchief, the bus halted. The little boy, along with two people, stepped out of the bus. The girl panicked, for she feared of loosing a part of her sweet memory…a sweet memory of him. Without a doubt, she dashed out of the door and followed the little boy who was holding a piece of her precious memory. Raindrops were flooding the city, but the girl didn’t care; besides, she felt good under the rain. Tears started to form in her eyes as she was following the little boy. The memory of that red handkerchief left a deep scar in her heart. The cold raindrops gave her a shiver in her body, but remembering the bittersweet past kept her warm. She followed the little boy into the bakery and as she stepped inside, the sweet aroma of the luscious cupcakes was present. Inhaling the sweet scent brought back more memories of her and the boy buying each other cupcakes on a rainy day. She looked for the little boy and finally saw him near the stack of cupcakes…the cupcakes… She also noticed the bouquet of tulips next to the cupcakes. She suddenly remembered the time the boy surprised her with a stack of cupcakes and bouquet of tulips in the bakery; she couldn’t believe it was still there. She snapped out of it and walked towards the little boy. Tears were starting to from her eyes as she was approaching him; she tapped on his shoulder and asked for the red handkerchief. The little boy looked at the flat, red, and rectangular thing in his hand and gave the girl a puzzled look; the girl gave him a warm, sweet smile to convince him to give it to her. The little boy was hesitant on giving his handkerchief, but he could see in her eyes she desperately needed it. He gave it to her and told her to return it to him before he leaves. The girl took the red handkerchief out of the little boy’s hands and held it in front of her face. Tears fell from her eyes as she started to reminisce the good times she had with him. The time when she hated him for his cocky appearance, but fell for him after hearing his anxieties in life when they were lab partners. The time where they went to the amusement park on their first date. The time where they had lengthy conversations in the coffee shop. The long walks in the park, the debate on whether coffee or tea was better, sitting on the rooftop and admiring the beautiful stars…all those cherished memories were brought by the long grasp of the red handkerchief. She held the soft, red handkerchief against her chest and closed her eyes so she can sink into the memories she wanted to revive. But, reality knocked on her head to remind her she wasn’t in the coffee shop having lengthy conversations or on the rooftop making pictures with the stars. She saw the little boy heading out the door and she walked towards him. She tapped on his shoulder and handed back the red handkerchief. She smiled and thanked the little boy; she also apologized to the little boy’s mother for borrowing her son’s red handkerchief. As the girl, headed out the door, she heard a familiar voice that she longed to hear for so long. To her surprise, it was him. It was: The boy who made her smile when her day by day. The boy who made her realize there was more to life than just being a depressed bookworm. The boy who waited for her by the bus stop when it was raining. The boy who promised that they would still be together even though they were miles apart from each other. It was him. Her tears fell faster as she saw the little boy calling out to his father. Memories rushed back as she blocked out what the little boy said. But, this was interrupted when the little boy introduced his father to the girl. The father was taken aback when he saw her. Unsure of what to do, he pretended to not know her and greeted her with a soft, warm tone. That was the tone the girl missed; it was the tone he used to comfort her when she felt alone in the world. The girl didn’t dare to look at him for she was disappointed that he didn’t even remember her. She cried harder and left the bakery. The girl believed the rain washed away the worries and pain people had; this was her belief, but she stopped believing in it. She started to think it was impossible for water to drain the most hurtful things in the world. Her heart was shattered as she kept replaying the heart-breaking scene in the bakery. The flashback of the boy giving a red handkerchief to the girl came to her mind. [Flashbackk] “I got you something,” “What is it?” “Close your eyes first.” “Must we always do these childish actions?” “Fine, then I won’t give you my present. Hmpf.” “Ok, ok, I’ll close my eyes.” “Tada, hope you like it…wait, what’s that look on your face?”” “Uh, a red handkerchief…wow, I love the designs.” “I know, I know, it seems weird giving you a red handkerchief, but it reminds me of you.” “In what way?” “Well, this is how we first met; this is how we got into the amusement park for free. This is what you used to wipe the tea you threw at me last time, and this is the symbol of our memories together. Lastly, I just wanted to get you an extra one……just in case you lost the other I gave you.” “I see. And for your information, I did not throw the tea at you; I just accidentally spilled it.” “Liar, you were mad because I was winning in our debate last time.” “Whatever.” “You’re still disappointed I didn’t get you something extravagant.” “No, I’m studying the designs on this handkerchief. You should be honored that you gave me something sentimental. Plus, you were the first person to give me something like this.” “I know, I should, huh?” [End of Flashback] A voice called out the girl’s name; she turned to see who it was…it was him. It was the boy, who pretended not to know the girl, running towards her. She started to run for she didn’t want to see him and believe in his lies. As she was crossing the street, she didn’t notice there was a truck running towards her. The boy tried to warn her, but the girl disregarded the voice that was trying to save her. The girl and the gigantic truck clashed into each other in the middle of the streets. The boy was shocked and ran towards to the girl . Blood was flowing on the street; the boy held the girl in his arms and cried furiously. The girl felt the salty drops on her face and looked at the boy. She looked at him with her sincere eyes and said the three words that the boy hadn’t heard in a long time. The girl closed her eyes as she lay in the boy’s arms. The boy cried even more and regretted his actions, for making her think he didn’t remember her and making her believe he trashed the special memories they had together . This was their last dance to their song . Last time they would push each other on the swings . Last time they would chase after each other in the rain . The last time he would hear her sweet, melodic voice . The last time he would hold the girl in his arms . The very last time they would create a happy, special moment with each other . The boy glanced at the girl sorrowfully and held his head up to let the rain fall on his face. This was the feeling he longed for, the memory he wanted to restore with her .
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Yours truly, 
I don't need a people who act like somebody else to be happy, and i love what you hate about yourself. Scream Love, Thanks for dropping by, but i will appreciate if you tag along. Linksphere,
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