February 14, 2020
Aiyana we have no longer fear and nothing could ever tear us apart…
Aiyana we have no longer fear and nothing could ever tear us apart…
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May 19, 2018
>>Tinkling!!!<<
Come on! It’s time. Where is B1? Building A, 4th floor…
I kept refreshing a location of my psychology class while I didn’t know where to go… I started running from an edge of Building A to another.
Argh!!! Oh shit, it’s hurt. My knees were bleeding after I slapped down on a wet floor.
a pair of long legs in black pans stopped in front of me. I raised my head and wiped my tears to see that man apparently. He stood still, a strong face and bleak eyes were staring at me inertly. Seconds passed, he bended down and took a white handkerchief from pocket to remove blood on my knees. He was far cool than his look. I instantly felt we ever met elsewhere before, but where?
He helped me stand up, put me on his back and brought me to my class.
How come this man knew i study in psychology class? Immediately, after he placed me on my desk, he faded away like a shadow. Even a word, we didn’t make while i didn’t know his name either.
It was raining outside. I had difficulty to move with my swollen legs but I tried to step toward the balcony. No wonder, I am a girl who is fond of rain, so I cannot stop myself not to touch its soft and cool drop. Humidity in air calmed me down; it authentically washed away all my sorrow.
Phone's ringing!!!
Hello, sweetie! How was your first day at college?
(On the other end, it is a sound of an old lady.)
Well mom… that… that’s absolutely precious. (it must be very awful, i thought)
Great! also don't forget to take medicine my dear. Okay, i gotta work at once. Love you sweetie.
Love you too mom.
(Mom is a word i call her since she took me to adopt in orphanage last 15 years.)
In a snowy night, mommy, Marisa, picked me up from a pile of garbage along the street. A little girl in a nasty blue dress with bare-foot was shaking in frozen temperature. She had neither food nor drink. Maybe life was ended that way without Marisa. She cuddled me in her warm hands and brought me to my new home. Maybe no one ever does as well as Marisa to me; she loves me like her blood child, and I love her too.
Class hour was finished; and I must walk miles to my cramped apartment room. The sky still cried and I had no umbrella too. It gradually turned dark so I decided to walk under rain. From a far distance beyond my way, a vague image was shifting closer and closer. That’s…I guessed that's a man helping me this morning. Everything twirled around; before I passed out, I found myself resting on the strong grasp of a hand. Trying to open my eyes, my heart momentarily stopped beating as i came face to face with a stone-faced man.
…a sweet smelling fragrant woke up, my heavy body was laying on a big white bed. I forthwith stood up and fell on my knees due to fatigue but nothing could stop me to approach a mushy rhythm filling up my ears. In a black wear, a man was standing next to an opened window and playing violin sentimentally. Sunset glow casting a golden shine on his face made him looked just like a prince. He helped me again. Who is he? The music’s stopped while he saw me there. I smiled and said thanks, but he replied nothing besides nodding his head. He looked back to the violin on his wide shoulder; his right hand moved slowly with a bow set on the string. Soon, the music started. I looked at his tardy movement and listened to music silently until it ended. I was willing to ask what his name is, yet a luxurious car was driven in to an enormous villa. He stared at it devastated before pulling my hand tough and walking to a hind outlet.
I finally backed to my room, took a shower and crept to bed. (A boy was pulled by two strong arms… sound of gun exploded… a man was laying on a bloody floor…toys turn red.. she!! A little girl was in a closet.)
A flash of nightmare happened again. Obviously annoyed, I hated it. This happened since I was a child, I always dreamed about this stupid thing again and again.
May 19, 2018
>>Tinkling!!!<<
Come on! It’s time. Where is B1? Building A, 4th floor…
I kept refreshing a location of my psychology class while I didn’t know where to go… I started running from an edge of Building A to another.
Argh!!! Oh shit, it’s hurt. My knees were bleeding after I slapped down on a wet floor.
a pair of long legs in black pans stopped in front of me. I raised my head and wiped my tears to see that man apparently. He stood still, a strong face and bleak eyes were staring at me inertly. Seconds passed, he bended down and took a white handkerchief from pocket to remove blood on my knees. He was far cool than his look. I instantly felt we ever met elsewhere before, but where?
He helped me stand up, put me on his back and brought me to my class.
How come this man knew i study in psychology class? Immediately, after he placed me on my desk, he faded away like a shadow. Even a word, we didn’t make while i didn’t know his name either.
It was raining outside. I had difficulty to move with my swollen legs but I tried to step toward the balcony. No wonder, I am a girl who is fond of rain, so I cannot stop myself not to touch its soft and cool drop. Humidity in air calmed me down; it authentically washed away all my sorrow.
Phone's ringing!!!
Hello, sweetie! How was your first day at college?
(On the other end, it is a sound of an old lady.)
Well mom… that… that’s absolutely precious. (it must be very awful, i thought)
Great! also don't forget to take medicine my dear. Okay, i gotta work at once. Love you sweetie.
Love you too mom.
(Mom is a word i call her since she took me to adopt in orphanage last 15 years.)
In a snowy night, mommy, Marisa, picked me up from a pile of garbage along the street. A little girl in a nasty blue dress with bare-foot was shaking in frozen temperature. She had neither food nor drink. Maybe life was ended that way without Marisa. She cuddled me in her warm hands and brought me to my new home. Maybe no one ever does as well as Marisa to me; she loves me like her blood child, and I love her too.
Class hour was finished; and I must walk miles to my cramped apartment room. The sky still cried and I had no umbrella too. It gradually turned dark so I decided to walk under rain. From a far distance beyond my way, a vague image was shifting closer and closer. That’s…I guessed that's a man helping me this morning. Everything twirled around; before I passed out, I found myself resting on the strong grasp of a hand. Trying to open my eyes, my heart momentarily stopped beating as i came face to face with a stone-faced man.
…a sweet smelling fragrant woke up, my heavy body was laying on a big white bed. I forthwith stood up and fell on my knees due to fatigue but nothing could stop me to approach a mushy rhythm filling up my ears. In a black wear, a man was standing next to an opened window and playing violin sentimentally. Sunset glow casting a golden shine on his face made him looked just like a prince. He helped me again. Who is he? The music’s stopped while he saw me there. I smiled and said thanks, but he replied nothing besides nodding his head. He looked back to the violin on his wide shoulder; his right hand moved slowly with a bow set on the string. Soon, the music started. I looked at his tardy movement and listened to music silently until it ended. I was willing to ask what his name is, yet a luxurious car was driven in to an enormous villa. He stared at it devastated before pulling my hand tough and walking to a hind outlet.
I finally backed to my room, took a shower and crept to bed. (A boy was pulled by two strong arms… sound of gun exploded… a man was laying on a bloody floor…toys turn red.. she!! A little girl was in a closet.)
A flash of nightmare happened again. Obviously annoyed, I hated it. This happened since I was a child, I always dreamed about this stupid thing again and again.
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