The Ends of in Between

The musty-sweet smell of decaying leaves lingered in her nose, luring her with its unnatural and bewitching fragrance.Leonore was half awake and half asleep, yet her eyes were closed still. She could hear the smooth rustling of the leaves, however, even with eyes closed, she could distinguish the fresh fallen leaves from the withered and rotten ones.It was the way they were released into the air; the way they were propelled in a dreamy and lackadaisical manner heightened the main difference. The fresh fallen leaves go freely with the air, but the withered leaves were stubborn.Some of them remained tenacious on the ground, adapting already with their decomposing spirit. Some fly a little along with the air trying to make the most of their remaining time before they become part of the soil once again. Yet some create their own motion with the air, refusing to dance following the choreography of the wind, withdrawing themselves into complete harmony with the green leaves, resenting the

The look on her face wasn't certain of what is happening. Like someone who had just been woken up only to find out that the world had self-destructed.Leonore was hardly recollecting pieces of her just earlier after her dream. She does this every time, just to get a grip of reality, and her existence whom she barely knew and felt. Yet, this man would just abruptly show up out of the blue claiming that he knows everything that she's been missing. What is he, an angel? Or a reaper? She doesn't know. But what she only knew was that this man deserves a chance to speak up. After all, she felt a connection between them, even before the guy revealed who he was. "Wait up, you must be mistaken. Sally de Vega doesn't have a grown-up son. She's only pregnant and that will be her first child." "And that is me."The guy plainly remarked with a slight smirk. Leonore narrowed her eyes at the small lift of Theodore's lips. She felt a boiling exasperation in her insides."Don't play games with me, m

The sky was dark. The stars appeared like faint grains of light. They were fogged mostly by the thick rain clouds. The breeze was becoming chilly. Slowly it blows off the wind that would send off goosebumps on anyone that would pass.Little spatters of rain touches Leonore's face. She was woken up by it and felt numb by the so much pain from her back. It felt excruciating. The back of her head was cracked. She tried to move her arm and reached her head. The blood had dried, but there was a portion as she had felt was still bleeding, blood was spurting from a little hole made along with the crack.Leonore tried to put pressure on her palm to the hole. It was very agonizing. She felt nauseous and dizzy with the sensation. Her tears added mist to her eyesight causing her vision to get blurry.She tried to picture out her position. She was lying down, head on the gutter. The only way for her to stand up is to bend her body upwards.She made a try of it, but she screamed for pain. Her back

"She doesn't belong here. She's a freaking slut.""Let's do something that will make her get out of here."Alexandra Dorias didn't know her parents. She grew up in a shelter for abandoned children that was run by nuns. The shelter was said to be a school. The owner, Ramon Peridrino Sr., donated the building to the church in return he wanted it to be modified and made useful for the children who cannot afford to go to school. This was his will before he died. His family migrated to the States thereafter, and the building was taken care of by the nuns. The shelter was sort of a learning facility and a dormitory for the abandoned children. Children who are left in front of the church, who have negligent parents, who are orphaned, who are left alone in the trash, are all rescued and nurtured in the shelter. Alexandra didn't know where she belonged in the said categories. She has no idea of her birth and her parents.It was not until she confronted Sister Helen, the nun very close to he

She walked onto the center of the stage and bowed. She walked towards the piano and started playing Clair de Lune, hitting every key right on tune.The auditorium was filled with lovely classical music, and every person in their seats are devouring the sweet mystifying effect of the song.But the young pianist is feeling a bit off despite the beautiful melody she is producing. Alexandra felt a heavy contraction in her loin. And all of a sudden, there was a long and steady cramp that concentrated in that area. The pain was pricking and deafening.For ten agonizing seconds, Alexandra kept still of the pain and managed to continue playing smoothly. She cannot risk spoiling the beautiful classical music that is now in the middle of cradling and serenading the audience.She mentally asked herself,"What the hell is happening?" The auditorium was dimmed, and the only light that shone was coming from the spotlight centered on Alexandra.She didn't worry about leaving her eyes off the keyboa