CLYONE
Right after I placed the last pillow in the middle, I heard a shutter sound together with a flash that lighted the area where I was bent down, which caused me to see my own shadow. Wrinkles became evident on my forehead as I turned to face you. There, I saw you holding a white camera on your right hand while a polaroid one on your left hand.
"Geeze. You don't have to take pictures of my back. I don't look good."
It was your turn to pucker your face which caused me to let out a soft laugh. I crawled to reach your place as you were sitting near the exit and sat at your front to check the polaroid that was on your hand as well. But right the moment my face went closer to yours, you stole a quick kiss on my right cheek which caused me to turn my head on you with a blank face. You didn't let a single second pass. Before I could even process what you did, you already smashed your lips on mine again. But I think I had too much light make out today, though I answ
CLYONE"Where is he?" was the first thing Steve said the moment I opened the gate. It's kinda strange that his face is seemingly searching for something, but at the same time, he is surprise that, that something he is looking for actually exist.Now, I am leaning against the door frame of your room as I am silently watching you two have your own conversation from a far with my arms crossed. I don't intend to listen secretly, I just can't stop from doing so when my purpose is just to passed by to get something on the other room next to yours.How am I supposed to ignore what I heard? Steve telling how grateful he is for being your friend and how much you had helped him from the past years and saying some sort of a farewell. Kind of similar to what you did earlier at the bathtub.But as a respect for your privacy no matter how I find your conversation really strange, I've decided to head to the living room while I wait for you two to finish. Besides,
CLYONE I sighed as I placed the empty bowl infront of me. That day and night was really confusing yet terrifying for me. I don't know what to believe. I don't know what to think. I don't know what do. I'm just confused in everything that I end up not thinking anything for my own peace of mind. Sooner, the tears I am trying to hold back end up streaming down on my cheeks. Even though I end up letting them come out of the faucet inside my eyes, you can still sense how much I want to hold them back. I let out another sigh as I brought my hands at my face and buried it. Muffled sobs could be heard all over the four corners of the tent. A painful muffled sobs rather. What's even new? It's not like this is the first time to cry out of reminiscing. It became a routine not just every night, but every morning before I even get up from my bed. Perhaps, it's a wake up call that even though it feels like I already lost my purpose to live, it's not actually a farewe
CLYONE I closed my eyes even tighter as I leaned my head against the cabinet behind me. I could feel the hot liquid slowly streaming down on my cheeks. Geeze. Here comes the crybaby me again. The song keep blasting really loud as it lingers in my ears. Every word of the lyric fills my head making such a massive impact as if it is embracing the emotions inside me, sympathizing or maybe trying to make me feel better. Unfortunately, it just made the sorrow vivid, not lessen it. Right, Deron. How? How am I supposed to love someone else the same way I did with you? How am I supposed to trust someone again the same way I trusted you? How am I supposed to do both when the only person I wanted to do that with is you? It feels unfair that the person I wanted to stay has to leave. Why can't we just reach that happiness we are seeking for? Why do we have to suffer from a melancholic event before tasting another happiness with something new? What if I
CLYONE I closed my eyes tightly as I feel the music in my ears. Geeze. The message of this song is just accurate. It feels like the song was certainly and personally made for the polaroids sticked to your room. Sigh. Hundreds of memories in just a week, eh? That's quite fast. You just put in mind that every second, every minute, every hour and every day matters. We can't waste a single second. You made sure we will do something memorable each seconds and minutes that would pass. I'm amazed. I bit my bottom lip as I listened more to a certain verse from the song. Yes, I guess. That's the purpose or rather your goal for the photos you took that week. So, wherever I go and whatever I do, as long as your photo is inside my pocket, I can feel you beside me. I don't have you by literal presence, but at least, I have a photo that can remind me of you. But I still prefer to have you literally beside me. I still feel alone and will only stop feeling so o
CLYONE "I'm hungry. Are you, too?" I turned my head on you only to be met by your fluffy black hair. Your head is hung low and your fingers are sliding through the glassy cover of one of the page on the song book. All the songs you've entered just finished, so now you are looking for a new one to enter. It's quite late for a lunch already as well, but since we had enough snacks to eat earlier, we didn't starved much. But my system won't be satisfied by light snacks. I want something like a rice. Then, you looked up on me, both brows are raised as if you didn't hear what I said. "I'm getting myself real lunch. Do you want some too?" "Yes, sure. Please." "Alright." So, I did what I told I would do. I cooked some rice and fried some chicken that are enough for a two person and prepared the plates and such. I can even hear your singing from the kitchen despite of the thickness of the walls and the distance that separates us.
CLYONE I scoop a spoon full of pudding on the container in my hand, then faced you with it. You opened your mouth and allowed me put the pudding inside your empty mouth to fill it. We are currently in a break in karaoke to eat another batch of snacks, though we just finished our lunch. It doesn't seem enough for both of us, I guess, because despite of the massive container filled with pudding, the one I scooped for you was the last already. "Did you buy chocolates?" you asked and threw me a quick glance before you diverted it back to your phone, chewing the pudding inside. You're back is comfortably laid at the couch as your feet rested at the top of the table, not bothered that the plates and containers we used during lunch were scattered on it. "A lot. You want me to get some?" I answered as I looked over you while placing the now empty container at the table. I, then, brought my feet on the ground and prepared of getting off the couch. "Yes,
CLYONE After singing another verse in the song where I got to skip the first verse because of the sudden quick light make out, I turned to face you again with a playful smile pastered on my face. But this time, your brows were furrowed and your lips were formed into a tiny pout as annoyance became evident in your face. You are sulking for real. I let out a laugh. "Baby, one, two, three. Your body's callin' me. And I know wherever you're at is exactly where I wanna be, but don't blame me. It ain't my fault. Nope, nope, nope. It ain't my fault. Nope, nope, nope. It ain't my fault. Nope, nope, nope. Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my." I couldn't help, but let out another laugh as I moved the microphone away from my face to avoid it from announcing the neighbors how annoying my laugh was, when you rolled your eyes as you hugged one of the throwpillow beside you. Your arms are crossed as the pillow was laid on your chest, locked on your embrace. My eyes w
CLYONE I am currently scanning through the song book as I was looking for a song that could be sing by two persons when I felt your frigid hands touched my right arm. I instantly turned my head over you. I smiled and raised both of my brows when I was greeted by your brows arched dramatically as you sang the song that just started. "Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you?" I couldn't help, but smile by how you copied the deepness of the voice of Elvis Presly, the one who sings the song you are currently listening to. "There's no wrong or right. Just love me. That's all," I wisphered as my eyes remained on you, afraid that I might interrupt your singing for the nth time if I'll scream it right through your ear. You let out a small laugh that was caught on the microphone which made it audible enough for the neighbors who are passing by i
CLYONE"I love you. I really really do that sometimes, Terry would tell me to not give too much because I'll end up hurting too much as well, but who cares, right? You could hurt me, I could hurt you, we could hurt each other, but we will still end in the same state. Going back together. That's one thing I actually admire about you. You always try to understand me no matter how hard the situation could be for you. If it means consuming the very last stage of your patience, you still tend to lend your ears to listen on my side. Yes, there are still times that your immaturity will strike and even the flaws that I sometimes find annoying and irritating too, but that won't change the love, affectionate, support and comfort that you had given me. Believe me when I say I'm not just in love with your beauty, but to your soul as well."As soon as I looked up on the ceiling to prevent the tears from falling down on my cheeks, I felt you held one of my hand which caused me to di
CLYONEIt's been half an hour since I laid myself on the bed, tucking myself in underneath the cozy sheets while staring at the darkness in my eyes. I couldn't sleep and I have no intentions of doing so as well. I'm just currently at the state of trying to accept that maybe, what my guess is about the hints you are dropping could be true; that maybe, you are going to leave me soon and that maybe, this could be the last moments we could share. Though I still can't process it in my mind as I think of the fact of you leaving this soon is too early. I don't know if I should call myself selfish because I don't really want you to leave, not just yet. I really can't accept it yet and I want you to stay longer.It's just confusing still that a part of me is at the process of trying to accept the fact that you will be leaving me soon, but another part of me is at the state of getting scared to know that it could be true. I am in between and I'd rather to stay in between. If tha
CLYONE "My dad says that ghosts really stay to finish a business that they didn't got to finish when they were still alive. I kind of believe that too." Earlier it was you who is resting his head on my shoulder, but as time passed by, we exchanged positions. My head is now laid on your chest while we were laid on the cozy sheets underneath the blanket fort and are still watching the movie. I, then, looked up on you and to my surprise, you are already looking down on me. "How do you say so?" I really have no much idea about souls nor ghosts and such, but one thing is for sure. I am scared of ghosts. Geeze. Just the looks are already creepy and all, what more with their presence and especially if they are trying so hard to catch a certain person's attention. And what if that certain person is actually me? Geeze. What am I thinking and why do I have to think that way? I'm only scaring myself. "Remember when my grandmother died?"
CLYONE"Are you okay? You seemed quiet today." You sat at the stool just next to me and placed the back of your palm on my forehead at the same time."You're temperature's fine," you said as you placed a plate full of pancake with a chocolate syrup at the island."What's wrong?" you asked again as your hand grabbed the fork on the plate. I, then, shook my head as I faced my own plate filled with pancakes mixed with a chocolate syrup as well.I took the glass of orange juice beside my plate, then drunk on it. The room was just as quiet as I was which causes the clattering sound of the plates and glasses to be audible enough for us to hear."I just don't feel like talking," I answered as I took my own fork and looked over you at the same time. You, on the other side, is slicing a small piece from the rounded pancake infront of you."But are you good now? No overthinking or doubts anymore?" As soon as you started to speak, you lifted your head
CLYONE"I'll be beside you when you wake up. I would be the first thing you'll see when you open your eyes, okay?" You gave me a reassuring tiny smile as you brushed some strands of my hair away from my face.I didn't say a thing, but just stared. No matter how many times you assured me that everything was just a prank, you were just curious about those things you asked me earlier and that Kai was just really heartbroken about the girl he dated, I am still not satisfied. I am hinting something already, but on the other hand, I'm scared to find out what was that something. Also, I had no idea what could it be and I'd rather stay that way; innocent of what strange is going on because I don't want to lose you beside me.I heaved out a sigh and closed my eyes, letting my body rest under the cozy sheet that is covering me while I am laid on the bed, faced at your direction. You, on the other hand, laid yourself comfortably while you slid down your hand to my wa
CLYONE I smiled as I looked through all the questions on the rolled paper in the container. I remember you sitting at one of the containers by accident after the game which ruined it that's why the questions for the truth game got mixed with the questions for the would you rather game afterwards. There were only few stuffs to check on that box for the games, so after a few moments after I finished to check them, I moved to the other one just next to the place where this box I just finished to check was placed. I took it infront of me and stared. I smiled as I read the titles on each cd. Mostly are action movies since we prefer to watch them instead of romance movies despite of being quite a romantic couple. If there is romance on the list, mostly are the tragic one. Movies that made me cry so hard actually which made it memorable for me to watch. The plots just hits so hard that even if I'll only hear the song that was used on those movies, I will start cryin
CLYONE"No!" I groaned as soon as I stopped my game piece in a snake's head on the board.We got tired of the scrabble, so here we are, moving on to the snakes and ladders which I find more fun than the scrabble. Geeze. Scrabble is just not my thing. It only shows how stupid I am compared to you who is fond of it.You, on the other hand, cackled as you took the two dice from the floor. As I was about to move my game piece at the edge of the snake's head, you held my hand, but didn't moved as if you only hold it to stop me from moving on where my game piece is supposed to be. You are still laughing when you rolled the dice. Afterwards, when you saw the number, you count from where was the last number my game piece stopped up to the very last number indicated in the dice. Unfortunately, it ended on another snake's head. But that didn't stop you to roll the dice once more which caused me to laugh harder."That's cheating!" I said in between the laugh w
CLYONENot so long since you left the room when I decided to get up from the bed as well. One of my problem really is when I woke up and I stayed awake for a moment, I will not fall asleep again. That's why here I am in the bathroom sink, brushing my teeth even though my eyes are a little drowsy still. But because of the cold water plus the minty taste of the toothpaste, I got to wake up each minute that passed.After I cleaned up myself, I followed downstairs on the kitchen. There, I saw you mixturing something on a big stainless rounded container using a wooden tool to mix it as well. As soon as I entered the kitchen, the scent of the flour lingered in to my nostrils. And as soon as my figure entered the small room, your head lifted up to check me.Your lips curved into a smile in an instant which I gladly answered back."Good morning," I said as I toddled towards you."Morning," you answered back with a grin still plastered over your face.
CLYONE A small smile formed in my lips. I'm missing the old times for real. I, then, flipped more on the pages until I reached the end. I can still clearly remember how the itinerary for that day messed up a little because of this certain activity you added that was not included on the original plan. We were supposed to make portraits for each other, but since you asked to make a sketch of me just like what Jack did to Rose made a quite massive change on the plans. I also found out the you stayed all night to make more sketch of me that night that was why the first sketch I looked through a moment ago was filled with mostly a portraits of me. T