Fiction

Act I 0018hrs

My way home was short and uneventful. A cloud of thought occupied my mind. My last snapshot of you I just saved in my memory bank could be the last image of you in my mind.

I found myself standing in front of the gate of our house. I looked up in the sky and stared at the stars as I always do. Their alignment eminates a sense of calmness. Their formation resembles hope. I found myself pleading. Will I find a way to your heart?

My heart is playing a lonely tune. It wasn't sure if it tuned the correct frequency to your heart and is now lullabying itself out of misery. It skipped some beats when it found me staring at you, taken aback by the aura created by your gray-rimmed glasses and mystified by your quiet beauty. It is crushed by the uncertainty of being liked back.

I know it is a game. If I could only take a fast forward and tell you directly that I already had a crush on you when we were still classmates for a semester in speech class, and that whenever I chance upon you around campus, I greet and say hi even though you have already forgotten my name. That the courage I mustered in inviting you out wasn't a thing of the moment, but rather, something I dug deep in myself, motivated that I was given a second chance to finally get to know you. Yet I know there will never be a shortcut to your heart. I can only show, and not tell you, that I'm pure and true. Only if I'm still given a chance to let you know.


Act II 0029hrs

Juls: Im home na

Glen: Glad to hear dat. Gudnyt!