Tenku
02-14-2005, 05:51 PM
In lieu of the Valentine's day contest, I guess I'll be the one to write about it (despite being cynical and grumpy). I had to write it so that I won't be crying all day... but I did when I wrote the last part. :crying:
Anyway, it's attempted first person and romance, something that I'm still experimenting on.
Enjoy.
It was raining this morning. In a rush for school, I had forgotten my umbrella and jacket. I dashed from my car, to the tunnel, up the stairs, and took a shortcut through a building, and to the muddy grass of the courtyard. The five minute bell had rung its first bell and I was going to be late for class.
As I dodged the mass exodus of students, I travelled through the grass. Then it happened.
Thick mud had weighed my feet down and in my speed, I tripped and landed in the mud, ruining my new clothes. People laughed and jeered as they passed by me, as I laid in the mud, covering my face so no one can't see my face. It wasn't like anyone knew me, since I'm so damn...
It's raining harder, and my clothes are further soaked, mixing in with the mid. My hair, which had been done on Saturday, is ruined. I started to cry, not because of what my parents would say, and not because of my fellow "peers" laughing at me.
It's because no one bothered to help me, let alone offer it. People are so cruel sometimes. Had this happened some years ago, someone would've come to my aid, but even then, I don't think it would have happened. This is why I'm so cynical of people right now. They only care for themselves, and if they cared for others, they're superficial about it.
The tardy bell rang, and I groaned out loud, sitting up, searching for my glasses. I grabbed hold of them, but when I squinted, they were broken in half. I yelled in anger. As if anything couldn't get any worse; I was late for class, my clothes stained with mud, and worse of all, my glasses were broken.
Someone just put me out of my misery.
The rain suddenly stopped hitting me, and I looked up as a pair of sneakers entered my blurred vision. I squinted as much as I could, but the only thing I saw clearly was a red umbrella and a hand reaching for me. Without realizing it, I took it and rose shakily stood up. The hand was unusually warm, and I nearly forgot about my problems. I
looked at the figure, who was slightly taller than me. I squinted again, but I gave myself a headache. I noticed he (at that time I automatically assumed because of the grip...) had my bookbag slung over his shoulder, along with his. I wanted to say something, but I had nothing, so I kept my silence. Even if I did thank him properly, I probably wouldn't remember how he looked like.
Instead, I looked at the red umbrella, in which I took it in with a gaze. I smiled meekly when I realized I was still holding his hand. To my surprise, he returned the smile. My imagination went wild, due to the fact that I've read so many shojo manga, but I cast the ideas aside when he took me to the office, so I could call home for fresh clothes.
He waited paitently for me. I didn't know if it was out of courtesy or not, but I appreciated it. No one has done that for me, waiting hand and foot. He handed me my bookbag and my glasses, which he fixed, as I exited the girls' bathroom. I didn't put them on though. He led me back outside, under the protection of the red umbrella. When he asked me what was my class located, I replied, and we headed towards the two-story building just ahead of us.
We arrived at the doors, covered by an overhead flat roof. He shook off the water and closed the umbrella. Again, I tried to squint, to see just who he was. I guess he saw my plight, and stepped towards me. Of course, the only thing I saw was his eyes.
His eyes were dark, deep brown, almost endless from what I could see. I saw compassion, trust, maturity, sympathy... everything I wanted to see and recieve. "These are the eyes of your lover," he said slowly. "You will find them soon, if you look hard enough."
I blinked as he came closer, and he gave me a small kiss on my cheek. Did he just kiss me? Why did he say that? I'm not the most prettiest girl, or the girl with the most personality, so why anyone would want me?
"Why?" I asked him, as he pulled away. He smiled, and told me in a warm tone.
"This is your lover's first kiss to you, and certainly not the last. He and I saw how you were always sad, yearning for someone to love, and that has always made us sad as well. We just wanted to see a glimpse of your joy and your love."
I started to cry again, and he took me into his arms and embraced me tightly. He was right. I was happy. Happy that there was someone out there waiting for me. I felt at ease, almost lulled to sleep. But something about him irked me, so I asked. "I never asked your name. What is it?"
"Cupid," he said after a moment. "My name is Cupid."
Cupid, I repeated in my mind, over and over. "Cupid," I said, "thank you."
"You're welcome."
~End.
Oh gosh, I must've cried like 10 times. It's just so heartbreaking to me. I dunno why... :sad:
Anyway, it's attempted first person and romance, something that I'm still experimenting on.
Enjoy.
It was raining this morning. In a rush for school, I had forgotten my umbrella and jacket. I dashed from my car, to the tunnel, up the stairs, and took a shortcut through a building, and to the muddy grass of the courtyard. The five minute bell had rung its first bell and I was going to be late for class.
As I dodged the mass exodus of students, I travelled through the grass. Then it happened.
Thick mud had weighed my feet down and in my speed, I tripped and landed in the mud, ruining my new clothes. People laughed and jeered as they passed by me, as I laid in the mud, covering my face so no one can't see my face. It wasn't like anyone knew me, since I'm so damn...
It's raining harder, and my clothes are further soaked, mixing in with the mid. My hair, which had been done on Saturday, is ruined. I started to cry, not because of what my parents would say, and not because of my fellow "peers" laughing at me.
It's because no one bothered to help me, let alone offer it. People are so cruel sometimes. Had this happened some years ago, someone would've come to my aid, but even then, I don't think it would have happened. This is why I'm so cynical of people right now. They only care for themselves, and if they cared for others, they're superficial about it.
The tardy bell rang, and I groaned out loud, sitting up, searching for my glasses. I grabbed hold of them, but when I squinted, they were broken in half. I yelled in anger. As if anything couldn't get any worse; I was late for class, my clothes stained with mud, and worse of all, my glasses were broken.
Someone just put me out of my misery.
The rain suddenly stopped hitting me, and I looked up as a pair of sneakers entered my blurred vision. I squinted as much as I could, but the only thing I saw clearly was a red umbrella and a hand reaching for me. Without realizing it, I took it and rose shakily stood up. The hand was unusually warm, and I nearly forgot about my problems. I
looked at the figure, who was slightly taller than me. I squinted again, but I gave myself a headache. I noticed he (at that time I automatically assumed because of the grip...) had my bookbag slung over his shoulder, along with his. I wanted to say something, but I had nothing, so I kept my silence. Even if I did thank him properly, I probably wouldn't remember how he looked like.
Instead, I looked at the red umbrella, in which I took it in with a gaze. I smiled meekly when I realized I was still holding his hand. To my surprise, he returned the smile. My imagination went wild, due to the fact that I've read so many shojo manga, but I cast the ideas aside when he took me to the office, so I could call home for fresh clothes.
He waited paitently for me. I didn't know if it was out of courtesy or not, but I appreciated it. No one has done that for me, waiting hand and foot. He handed me my bookbag and my glasses, which he fixed, as I exited the girls' bathroom. I didn't put them on though. He led me back outside, under the protection of the red umbrella. When he asked me what was my class located, I replied, and we headed towards the two-story building just ahead of us.
We arrived at the doors, covered by an overhead flat roof. He shook off the water and closed the umbrella. Again, I tried to squint, to see just who he was. I guess he saw my plight, and stepped towards me. Of course, the only thing I saw was his eyes.
His eyes were dark, deep brown, almost endless from what I could see. I saw compassion, trust, maturity, sympathy... everything I wanted to see and recieve. "These are the eyes of your lover," he said slowly. "You will find them soon, if you look hard enough."
I blinked as he came closer, and he gave me a small kiss on my cheek. Did he just kiss me? Why did he say that? I'm not the most prettiest girl, or the girl with the most personality, so why anyone would want me?
"Why?" I asked him, as he pulled away. He smiled, and told me in a warm tone.
"This is your lover's first kiss to you, and certainly not the last. He and I saw how you were always sad, yearning for someone to love, and that has always made us sad as well. We just wanted to see a glimpse of your joy and your love."
I started to cry again, and he took me into his arms and embraced me tightly. He was right. I was happy. Happy that there was someone out there waiting for me. I felt at ease, almost lulled to sleep. But something about him irked me, so I asked. "I never asked your name. What is it?"
"Cupid," he said after a moment. "My name is Cupid."
Cupid, I repeated in my mind, over and over. "Cupid," I said, "thank you."
"You're welcome."
~End.
Oh gosh, I must've cried like 10 times. It's just so heartbreaking to me. I dunno why... :sad: