The rain is pouring heavily, almost like a waterfall. I’m wet all over, and yet I’m standing here, unmoving. It’s like the time suddenly stopped, and my drenched body froze in it’s tracks…
This morning, I woke up to see the sun gently imparting its first few rays. I got up unusually early. Then I remembered I cried my self to sleep last night. I saw my special friend with another guy, having lunch at the cafeteria yesterday. I know that the real man should never cry because of some girl who broke his heart. But I wept. Maybe I was hurt. Never mind. I rose up, washed my face and went down with my usual morning routine. When I was about to leave, My mom asked me if I cried last night. I said no, and hurriedly went outside.
While I was riding a jeepney, I thought about what I am going to tell her, should I confront her, or should I wait until I have enough evidence? I stopped thinking about it when I finally arrived at school.
She was the first one I saw inside the room. I waved at her to smile a bit. She waved back, and smiled. Ahhh, that smile. I was struck again by that fascinating grin, that same alluring smirk that made me fall for her in the first place. I was dumb founded.
Lunchtime. I was glad to see her alone. I swore I would punch the guy straight in the eye if I see him with her again. I quietly approached her. I wanted to surprise her, but she readily found me. I was about to asked her what she wanted to eat when she abruptly told me if I could just drop by their house after classes she left me with a tap on the shoulder, and a problem in Physic. I asked myself again for the million time. Alas, Is this my Fate; a mere problem solver?
While going through my afternoon classes, I again thought what would I say to her in her place. I baffled an assortment of thoughts that made my confused mind ache. I was relieved when the final bell for the whole school day rung. But I suddenly got nervous. I looked at the dark gray clouds looming over the horizon. It was about to rain.
I slowly took the steps to their house, my heart pounding furiously. I didn’t know what to do. My mind was clouded with anxiety. Timidness suddenly struck me. But I was determined. I found the front door open so I barged in, not knowing what to expect.
There she is, sitting comfortably on the lap of a guy who had lunch with her yesterday. I was filled with resentment. I went closer and punch him straight in the eye. She tried to stop me but I already made my blow. She pulled me outside, telling the other guy to calm down. She screamed at me, swore at me,
ask me such a thing. I shot back at her, told her that I love her, and that I was jealous. She bellowed, telling me that she didn’t love me, that she liked me only as a friend, no more, no less. I was thunderstruck.
Now I’m here, standing still, breathless. I was stunned. The rain is gushing heavily on my motionless frame, the cold gust of wind slowly eating through my nonchalant form. I don’t care. I am heartbroken.
*Credit goes to my high school ally, Michael Anthony Blen, from Imus Institute.
