Rain of Teardrops

As usual, I pick the seat in the corner of the coffee shop, near the window. It is a seat for two but I decided to sit there alone - I usually sit there with someone else though. The shop is not really crowded but the workers there are very busy taking care of the customers. A few moments later, the pretty red-haired waitress walks to my table and serve a cup of black coffee which is the one I have always order each time I go there.

"You're alone this time? How unusual!" she says.

Hearing that, I only nod my head once with a forced smile, just trying to be polite. After taking a sip to my coffee - I don't like to have my coffee with sugar, I stare on the seat across mine. A picture of a girl appear in my mind. Her medium brown hair falls perfectly and the pink color decorate her cheeks - not make up. She was smiling at me. Oh how I miss that smile.

But I need to forget her. I need to.

I take another sip from the cup and glance outside the window but this does not help at all. My gaze stops at a girl across the street who looks very similar to her from behind. Just to make sure that it is not her, I keep looking at her closely. But when she turns her head, a totally unfamiliar face is shown. Somehow, rather than feeling relieved, I feel disappointed. I know I should not feel this way but I just do and I cannot help it. A man from behind then shows up and walks toward her. He grabs her hand, smiles and pulls her. The girl smiles back at him and they both walk to a bookstore nearby.

The sun is nowhere to be found and the air feels cold - even I, who is inside a warm place feels that it is cold. Those happy people outside does not seem to be bothered by this. I then gaze at the sky. The cloudy sky. Just like my heart.

The most important girl in my life is leaving this place, this country.

I grab my phone from my pants' pocket. I unlock the screen and a picture of a man with a wide silly smile and an angry girl next to him shows up as the phone's wallpaper. Even I cannot believe that this guy here in the photo is me, myself - and of course the girl next to me is my girl, or should I say used to be. I remember that day when I took this photo. She was not really angry, but just pissed because I was being 'mean' to her.

People know me as a serious person who barely smile yet this picture tells otherwise. Of course, it is definitely because of the girl. I feel even sadder now. No matter what I do, everything just reminds me of her.

I stand up from the chair, take out my key to my motorcycle parked outside, left some money on the table and leave the place. I hop on my motorcycle and drive it fast.

Soon enough, I arrive at my apartment. I put my helm on the table nearby and I notice a letter lying on the ground. I open the letter uninterested. But when I start reading it, I know it is a letter from her. She was here.

My heart stops a moment when I finished reading the letter. Without wasting any more time, I rush back out and go straight to my motorcycle. I forgot my helm and unfortunately, it starts to rain. Without paying any attention to it, I drive fast. Much faster than before.

When I arrive at her place, she has already left. Then I ride to the airport. On the way, I recognize a car. Her car. Still riding, I get closer to the car. On the driver seat, I see someone who is definitely not the person I am looking for because it is an old man. On the back of the car, I see her. I shout to her, trying to get her attention and I get it. She looks shocked and looks away instantly. I tell her to stop, and the driver too but they refuse to. 

Without thinking, I ride to the front of the car, trying to stop the car but because of the rain, I slip and lose my balance and fall to the ground. I slide on the hard road and fortunately the car stops before it runs over me. I can hear the door of the car opens and closes and I see her worried face. I take her hand which is already reaching for me and hold her closer to me.

"Don't leave me!"

The tear that has never fall this 18 years is now falling with nobody can stop it. I squeezed her hand tight and not letting go. She does not resist but holds me back tighter. I sit up and look at her face. She is crying, just like I am. I then hold her chin and pull her face closer to mine and land my lips hard on hers. Once again, she does not resist.

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Home

"Where am I?"

I was standing in a dark alley and as I looked around, I could not find anyone around. I began to wonder how I got there, and where I was in the first place. I noticed a fountain not so far away from me and I approached it. The fountain had a big statue of an angel. The thing was, why did the angel had a spear in his hand? And somehow, I found the angel looked.... Creepy. The street lamp standing next to it helped me to see clearly the reflection I saw on the water. A brown-haired girl with a pale face was staring back at me. I could feel the loneliness when I looked in her eyes. I reached out my hand to the water and the girl's figure went blurry. The reflection started to get clearer but it's not the same picture.

Red. It was all covered in red.

Crimson red liquid ran down her face. A wide devilish smile was drawn on her face. The image scared me so much that I could not stand looking at it even for one second longer. But as I looked up, a more terrifying scene was already waiting for me.

A body of a man was stuck on the spear of the statue.

I got so terrified and fell to my knees. Strangely, the ground was somehow wet. I looked down and I found myself kneeling on a pool of crimson red blood. My body was, too, covered in blood. I saw my own hands shaking and I was about to lose it, a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned my head slowly and I saw the bloody man behind me.

It had been years since that incident, but I still had the dream like it happened just yesterday. I found myself sitting on the bed in a dark and dirty room. There was no door but iron bars. I got imprisoned, but honestly, I did not regret what I did to that man. The man who raped my best friend. The man who took everything she had. The man who made her dead.

But finally, I was free.

No more orange uniform. No more works to do. And finally, I would be able to meet the one I loved the most - but did I dare to after what I had done? Questions had been appearing in my mind for days but I still didn't have the answers. But still, the first thing I wanted to do when I got out of this place was to meet him.

I had arrived at the place where I used to spend my days and nights with him. The apartment we both bought together. I felt somehow nostalgic and all sorts of memories started to play in my mind - the day when we first met, when we had our first kiss, when we started living with each other, but it all stopped by a question that kept popping up in my head.

"What if he has already forgotten about me?"

My heart stopped there for a second. But this thought was not any bigger than my feelings for him. I braced myself to walk to my apartment door and pressed the bell. Once, twice, but still no answer. I did not know what to think about it. More questions appeared in my mind and tears started to fill my eyes. I sat in front of the door and wait for, maybe, him to come home.

Unconsciously, I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, it was already dark but still, there was no sign of him. The tears then fell to the ground and I just could not stopped it from falling. The I suddenly, I heard something fell on the ground. I looked towards the source of the noise and there was him, beside a fallen bag of vegetables, standing with a shocked face. I then stood up but I could not move my feet - even for an inch.

"Why are you here?" Asked him.

I could not say a word. I was confused with this question. "Did he mean he did not want to see me? Or was he simply shocked?" He started to walk, no, run towards me. Feeling scared, I stepped back but he pulled my hand and embraced me.

"I thought you're going to get out of the prison tomorrow!" he said, "I missed you so much."

He hugged me really tight. After all these years, I could finally feel this warmth again. Leaving the bag outside, he took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the apartment door. He pulled me inside and once the door was closed, he landed his warm lips on mine.

Finally, I'm home. 

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The Second Chance

All I could hear was the sound of the clock, ticking on the wall. 8.08 pm it said. Without knowing it, I have been lying here on my bed for 2 hours, yet, I just could not fall asleep. I got up and took a peek to the outside world. The moon was nowhere to be found and the city looked so dark. The water-drops kept falling from the faucet and its sound somehow rhymed with the clock.

I looked around my empty and dark apartment. My cell was lying on the bed, not making a single move. On the lamp table beside the bed, there lied a photograph, up-side-down. I did not bother to flip it. I did not want to. I felt like tearing it apart, or shoving it to the trash, but I could not bring myself to do it.

The silent cell suddenly started making sounds, my ringtone. Unwillingly, I walked towards my bed and reached towards my cell. I saw a name, a name I did not expect to see. 

My heart stopped beating for a second and my mind went blank. I could feel my mouth went open but not making any sound. My hand started to shake, and so were my feet. My thumb was ready at the button that would make the apartment returned to the original state - silent. I did not now what made me hesitate but I just did. I was so sure that I did not want to talk to that man, the man who tore my dreams, the man who was my everything.

"I need to put an end to all of these," I thought.

Slowly, my finger reached toward the green button and pressed it.

I did not say a word, not making a sound. The voice on the other side started to speak.

"I am surprised you did not hang up," he said. His voice was the same as ever, still the voice I missed.

"What do you want?" I said with cold yet wavered voice.

"... How are you doing?" he asked.

"If there is nothing important you want to talk about, I'm hanging up."

"Wait. Don't hang up," he suddenly sounded so serious. Hearing his serious tone, I my heart jumped a little. "Can you step out of you apartment for a minute?"

"What? Don't tell me..."

I hurriedly run out to the outside but I found no one. I got a little... upset.

"Now look down." He said.

From the 9th level, I looked down to the streets. From the darkness a man descended. Even with those distance, I could still recognize the person. It has been a while since the last time I saw him - maybe about a month. Once again, my mind went blank. By just looking at his figure, all of the memories I  had with him started playing in my mind, and it felt like a sweet torture.

"There is something important I need to tell you. The truth it is."

The cold breeze, the darkness, they did not matter anymore. All I could think about was what he was going to say.

"You still remember the last time we fought?" He asked.

I remained silent.

"I said a lot of awful things to you, didn't I? But what I said that time, were all lies. I actually finds it cute each time you got jealous and each time you sulked. I love spending my times with you. I love your sudden call in the middle of the night. Every single thing you do... I just..."

Tears started filling up my eyes. Hearing his words... I just did not know if I could believe in his words. But I could hear the change in his voice - his voice was shaking. I have never heard him like that. It was as if he was about to burst in tears. From afar, I saw him hiding his eyes with his left hand.

"I'm sorry for those mean things I've said to you. I'm sorry for the things I did that hurt you. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!" He started to cry.

This was the first time I ever saw a guy crying. My tears too started coming down my cheek. I saw him got on his knees and my feet started to move by themselves. I ran to the elevator but it took so long so I decided to take the stairs. I descended the stairs as fast as I could. Once I got to the ground, I ran towards him. He was still on his knees and still weeping. As I got closer, he noticed my presence and lift his head. I saw the tears on his face and the pain in his eyes.

"Please give me one more chance. I truly am sorry... I need you... I... I love..." 

Without waiting him to finish his sentence, I went to his embrace and hugged him tight. I could feel sincerity in his words, in his tears.

"You do not need to say anything. It's alright. I love you. I love you!" I said.

As I said those three words, he started to hug me tightly and it became kind of hard to breathe - but I did not mind. His voice, his warmth, his touch, I've been longing for all of them. I lift his face and wiped his tears with my sleeve. He looked into my eyes and so I did. He leaned his face closer to mine and I closed my eyes. I could feel his wavering lips landed on mine.

The kiss, it felt really sweet.

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Hi, there :)

How are you doing, everyone?

For starters, I would like to tell you that English is not my mother-tongue so forgive me for there will be a lot of grammatical errors.

These short scenes I'm going to write all have different characters but I am not going to name them - or maybe someday I will.

I might be will not be able to update regularly, but bear with me.

Well, I think that is it for now. I bid you a good day :)

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