Love is undefined, unbound by rules. It is something that no person could actually give meaning to until he finds that one human being who gives him the exact definition of it. But is love enough to keep two people together? Or is it just another ideology that somehow got wired into everyone's brain? Or maybe people who are in love are simply blind enough to see the reality and would rather continue living in that paradise dream?
Lihat lebih banyakPART 1
It was his face, his handsome face, that appeared in my line of vision. The look he was giving me was alluring, captivating my entire being. But a tinge of sadness tainted it, making no sense.
Just like everything else, I couldn't grasp what was going on. And most of all, I couldn't remember who he was.
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My eyes fluttered open, slowly adapting to the sudden assault of brightness.
"Kate?" my mother's voice sounded relieved.
When I fully regained my vision, I saw her worried expression as her face hovered above mine.
Tears were spilling from her beautiful browns, confusing me while I attempted to understand what was going on.
Beside her was my sister, bearing the same look and so as my father. I tried to sit up and reassure them that I was okay; no need for them to worry about me.
But that would be a blatant lie.
Before I heard the beeping from a nearby heart monitor, I realized I was lying in a hospital bed. The smell of antiseptic hit me next, followed by the weight of the dextrose in my right hand.
I tried to hack my brain to figure out what had happened for me to land here, causing my family to wear the same grave expressions that I didn't want to see.
It was frustrating, disappointing and something else. My chest felt tight, and my body resorted to panicking. However, one look at each of my family gave pause to the natural reaction I was about to succumb to.
Sadly, my efforts to recollect the incident before waking up in a hospital were in vain. I couldn't remember anything.
No matter how much I tried, there was no picture I could paint. No single object or sound helped me retrieve at least part of what might have happened.
Somehow, there was this unseen force blocking me from recovering even the tiniest detail of what appeared to be an accident.
In truth, I wasn't sure what I was truly feeling. I couldn't even decide if I was in pain or if the affliction tormenting me was psychological.
I attempted to speak, to ask either of my family to tell me how I got here and why but a doctor suddenly walked inside the room and stood at the foot of my bed carrying a pen and some papers interrupting my opening. He smiled upon seeing me stare.
"Oh, it's good to see you're finally awake!" he exclaimed.
I blinked at him, confused and unable to follow what this was all about.
"Have I been unconscious that long?" I heard the strain in my voice.
"Just a single day, nothing much to miss."
The doctor glanced at my family as if asking whether it was alright for him to proceed.
I wanted to disagree with him, but, seeing no point in doing so, I decided against it.
"Well, now that you're awake, I'd like to ask a few questions. Would that be okay?"
I stared at the doctor in his white coat and big reading glass and let a minute pass before I gave him my nod.
"How are you feeling right now?"
My gaze searched my family's faces, sensing that everything I ended up saying would be considered fatal for the doctor's conclusion.
I wanted to admit that my body begged me to curl into a ball and cry.
There was this ache inside my heart and deep within my soul that I couldn't explain. Yet, voicing that out loud would only aggravate their worries.
It wasn't the best choice.
"I'm alright," I whispered, my voice barely audible. For some reason, trying to speak also made me want to cry.
I had to clear my throat and try again.
"I'm feeling better," I mustered enough strength to put more volume into that one. The doctor's face looked like a light bulb suddenly lighting up.
"Excellent. We're making progress," he cheerily answered. "Are you up for another question?"
I moved my head slightly to nod, fighting the urge to shake it instead of nodding.
"Alright. Do you happen to know everyone around here?"
My brows furrowed, narrowing my gaze at the doctor before me. I haven't blabbered the phrases, "Where am I?" and "Who are you?" so I think it was rather unnecessary.
"Yes, and I know who I am, too," I responded. My mother came near me, squeezing my un-dextrose hand.
"Ah, very well. You do remember the events before you came here, then. Right?"
Wrong.
I tore my gaze from the doctor, breaking eye contact and instead focused on my left hand, still held by my dear mother.
"No," I said ever so softly; I almost didn't hear it myself, yet my tiny voice had caused the whole room to fall into utter silence.
"I see," the doctor said after quite some time, catching my attention.
"Would you excuse me for a while? I would need a minute with your parents. Mr and Mrs Pears, may I speak with you outside?"
Except for my mom's hand vanishing from mine, I didn't mind the three of them leaving the room.
My sister, Kelsea, settled carefully beside me as soon as the door shut close and gave me the longest, sweetest stare.
"Hi," my sister said to me upon settling in.
I smiled back at her.
"Hey."
"How are you?"
I bit my lower lip. I have no idea how to answer that because, honestly, aside from my memory loss, I felt like I had lost something more.
"Fine, I guess. I mean, I'm breathing, right?" I stared deeply into my sister's eyes. Her lips parted slightly into a thin smile as she stroked my hair.
"But you lost a little of your memory, huh?" I forced my lips to smile yet again before moving my head to nod.
"Aw, too bad. I was hoping it would all be erased so I could trick you."
She meant that as a joke that would have been hilarious under any circumstance. But instead of laughing, I only gave her an acknowledgement because, at this point, the word erased scared me..
"Smile for the camera". My mother said as she made a dash to find her place beside dad on the front. I felt Kelsea's nudge before the camera clicked and captured what supposed to be our new family photo for Christmas. It was the third Christmas picture that she had to nudge me supposing that was my cue to smile. As per usual, I didn't and as soon as the madness was over, I took my seat at the table and mooned over my plate of pasta. I know that it tasted wonderful as the rest of the food on the table. But I could hardly appreciate anything. I actually hadn't appreciated anything at all. I was literally a walking dead. I also felt that everyone around me wanted to say something but instead they seemed to respect my silence and ignored me for the rest of the meal. While all of them went for the gifts after eating, I decided to pick up the trash. I tugged on my sweater as the cold wind hit me while I dumped the heavy black bag inside the bin. I let out a sigh and slowly trailed m
MATTI felt sorry for her.The pain was slowly killing her from the inside and though Kyle had made that choice to save her, it was almost the same as if he had killed her instead.I can’t just not do anything.Katherine didn’t deserve to suffer.She was too good for that.But seeing her confused and not knowing what was going on made me regret interfering with her present.Did I make the right choice?I took a deep breath and sighed as I watched her from afar.It breaks my stone-cold heart to see her get killed little by little day
KATE I felt like the entire universe had fallen on me. My body was weak and it was difficult for me to open my eyes. Tons of bricks were like shoved inside my head, it was throbbing. I managed to open my eyes and found that I was lying in bed. I was back at Aunt Hilda’s and the events from last night was taking their toll on me. Groaning, I got myself up and squinted at the brightness of the room coming from the sunlight outside. Did I run a marathon last night? Why do I feel so tired all of a sudden? Well, I still have no idea what I was doing back at Aunt Hilda’s. I was supposed to be at a camp with my friends.
KATE ‘I will help you remember’. What that mysterious stranger has said seemed to bother me although I have no idea what he meant. Remember what exactly? Did he know something about me that I didn’t? The fire crackled and it danced in my line of vision. Some of the people in our circle had started to hum as one of our group strummed the guitar. They were playing a familiar song. However, my mind was elsewhere. It was bothering me that the mysterious stranger seemed familiar. All too familiar to be exact.
KATE“Whoa,” Shane exclaimed upon getting off the bus.“Right, whoa is the right word,” Anne claimed, placing an arm around Shane’s shoulder, pulling her as she took her phone out from her pants pocket.I was about to tiptoe away knowing that Anne would be taking a picture right after.However, before I could even make my escape, Claude grabbed me by the arm and positioned beside Anne, the latter had already extended her hand, her phone’s camera was already open.“In one, two, three, say cheese,”I forced myself to smile along with the three of them.“Oh my, we look so pretty,&rdquo
KATE“Merry Christmas!” everyone around me loudly and cheerfully screamed. I forced myself to join and even smiled. I had no idea who most of the guests were. All I knew was that they were relatives.Aunt Hilda was busily addressing everyone. So, I had a good excuse to be out of her sight upon taking a plate full of food, opting to stay hidden inside my room.Once I was at the safety of my private space, I let out a sigh of relief. Both Allen and Aunt Hilda would most likely not notice that I was missing. They were both preoccupied and at the moment, I was having a hard time trying to keep up with people trying to talk to me.I was no fan of large crowds, family or no, friends or otherwise. It was the reason why my circle of friends was small. I easily get at
KATEIt was already snowing. Back in California, it was already freezing cold. I stared at the photo my sister just sent together with an ‘I miss and love you’ message. I let out a sigh just as the final bell rang, indicating the end of our last subject for today.“Enjoy your holidays, everyone!” Mister Roy Filadel, our arts teacher said, bading all of us a goodbye as he walked out of the room. Once he was gone, everyone erupted into cheers.Finally, class was over for a few days and the holiday break has begun.“Oooohhh, is that your sister?” Claude said, appearing behind me. I nod, letting her see the picture more closely.“Lucky you, you were able to experience snow first hand,&rdq
KATEI found myself absently staring at the faucet positioned by my feet as I lay in the empty bathtub. The emptiness I was feeling was gnawing at me.
PART 4Broken love, broken hearts. The once sweet feeling was now replaced by bitterness and sad memories.Was the love you have always treasured worth keeping?Or is it time to find a new love?* * *KATEI raised a hand above my head, shielding my face from the harsh glare of the sun. I closed my left eye, playing and teasing my vision. Little rays of sunlight peeked through the slit I was creating with my fingers.“Kate!” For a minute, I was tempted to ignore the person calling my name. But then, my stomach betrayed me. It has been a while since I last ate. I was starving.Flashing a practiced smile, I dropped my hand and propped myself up from lying down on the bleachers of the football field of our school.I turned my attention towards the three approaching figures towards me, Annie, Claude, and Shane.From afar, I could visibly see Annie’s face scrunched in what I know was her way of telling me that I was guilty of something.The afternoon sun was high-up. I checked my watch. I o
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