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First Installment to Another Story I Probably Won't Finish |
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So hi guys. (: Uhm, this is a new story that is intended for a sight for sore eyes who are tired of reading long-a** paragraphs. I think my style of writing was inspired by this Markus Zusak guy who wrote 'The Book Thief'. His writing was pretty nice to read. It was different from what I usually read. It was in first person, and also had funny insertions. But you know it had a serious tinge to it. And also, it was inspired because I myself was vaguely tired of writing long-a** paragraphs. So yeah, made this thing. Inspired by Snow Patrol's 'If I'd Found The Right Words To Say' and a whole lot of other Snow Patrol songs for the later chapters.
Prologue
I was your average popular and charming guy.
He was your average rich, intelligent guy who was best friends with the popular and charming guy.
She was your average bookish, yet so carefree person.
But she was dying of cancer.
And all of a sudden, our lives weren’t so average anymore.
CHAPTER 1: THE START OF THE END
“But –” Of course, I had an obvious objection to this life and death matter. And, but of course, she had silenced me within a second.
“No. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” And that was that.
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He was unemotional, of course. But of course, I saw through him through his little actions, like when his right eye does the littlest of twitches, and at the top of his left brow, there was smallest of wrinkles, and his usual thin line that was his mouth had the most miniscule of changes in the pressure.
I looked down at my hands. He doesn’t like it when I point those out.
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…And besides, I couldn’t find the right words to say anyway.
CHAPTER 2: THAT MOMENT WHEN HER DREAMS WERE YOURS THE MINUTE YOU KNEW ABOUT IT
Lora Vin Ostri had always wanted to travel the world. But the place she had wanted to go and explore the most was Egypt. She was the opposite of most people when it came to temperature; she’d rather die of extreme heat than cold.
She said that the pyramids were what puzzled her the most, and yet she also said that it was what what made Egypt all the more wonderful. I’ve discovered only recently that she likes being mystified.
And I’ve discovered only now that I also see the world that same way she does, for she is perplexing, but that was made her beautiful.
CHAPTER 3: AND THAT OTHER MOMENT WHEN YOUR BEST FRIEND HAD HOTS FOR THAT ‘HER’
Quite frankly enough, I didn’t know what to feel. Anger and frustration had clouded my mind first, and then sadness and disappointment had the rain coming down on me.
He knew what I felt for Lora; why did he even start thinking of her that way?
Perhaps it was me sharing with him endlessly just how brilliant she was. So in conclusion, it was also my fault.
I shrugged. Maybe this was the punishment God had given me for blabbering on endlessly; he did not like noise, after all.
CHAPTER 4: CANCER IS THE UGLIEST THING EVER PUT ON THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING EVER
I’ve read a lot of pages on cancer both with books and on the internet, and have watched a lot of movies and documentaries about it.
In most documentaries and pages I’ve leafed through, there was a 50/50 chance.
And in most of the movies, it ended with a death.
CHAPTER 5: A SUDDENNESS ON TWO DIFFERENT ASPECTS
He said that we were going to travel this instant. It was in the middle of the school year. Why now? Didn’t he think at all of his perfect record? Why am I even asking these questions? I knew how much Lora loved Egypt, how much she had longed to go to the said place.
I smiled, because I knew how he felt. I knew it too much. And simply enough, it didn’t surprise me that I knew how it felt.
I though nothing surprised me when it came to him, but it seemed that it was still possible.
CHAPTER 6: I HAVE NO FEAR
To be able to say that I have no fear is such contradiction to what I feel now.
On airplanes or cars or ships, I can’t stomach it. I just can’t.
When I see her smile, I thought it would go away. But it just stays in there. It was frightening, because I thought she was the solution to all my problems. ‘It’s foolish to think that way,’ he said with much conviction. But then he added, ‘But I fear that I also think that way.’
And so I ended up in the bathroom the whole time we were on the plane even though I took a pill for it because I was afraid to puke in paper bags. And so they ended up having time to themselves.
So? What do you think? (: Please comment!
just call me butt · Tue Mar 20, 2012 @ 01:15pm · 1 Comments |
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