Eyes
ONE SHOT COLLECTION ♥
Character: no names stated
Reason: random spark
Story:
There's this guy.
I really do like him.
I was hoping he would like me back.
Well, yes he did.
But it was too late.
And all that's left for him to remember me...
...was my eyes.
It was raining that day when I saw him.
The way he walked, the warmth of his smile, the way he carried his bag, everything...was perfect.
And that day, I was obssessed with him.
Everyday, I tried my best to know what time he arrived at school, the time his would go out to eat his snacks, his lunch, the time he would go home, everything about his schedule.. I do know.
Since I know his schedule, I tried all my heart and soul to see him. Every morning, I make sure I walked with him until he reached his classroom. Every dismissal time, since they are dismissed earlier, I make sure I go to the C.R. on time to see him go. Every lunch break, I make sure to eat my lunch for exactly ten minutes to see him at the library. Everything was schedule. Everything...
One day, I planned to confess. For three years I've been hiding this feelings of mine. I couldn't afford not telling it to him. I was about to open the door of their classroom when I heard him talking to someone.
"I like you too." He said.
"But don't you think it would be awkward for us to be together? You see, I'm a year lower than you.." A girl said. And her voice was familiar.
All of a sudden, I knew who it was. She was my ex-bestfriend. Ex... why? Well, she is a great pianist, I must say. Because I do wanna learn how to play piano too, I asked her to teach me. However, after some time, a piano teacher, who was once so interested to her, turned his attention to me. After that, she was gone. She turned her back. She was against me. Hearing her voice once more, confessing her feelings to a guy I also like, was like a nightmare. Why him of all people? Why do we like the same guy? I had no choice but to back off. I turned away, hoping this feelings woud fade.
But an unexpected person entered my life. He was a good man. A gentleman. He made me smile. And yes, I did have the tingling feelings. But it was nothing... nothing compared to my feelings for HIM. Well, how did we meet? It was a sunny day when I entered our school campus. Out of nowhere, there were flowers in front of me and when I turned, I saw this gentleman. He was offering my red and white roses. I never received any until now so I didn't know how to react but he seemed to understand this so he just smiled at me. After that, we became buddies, then acquaintances, then friends, until best friends. But even though he became my best friend, he never knew I have a crush on an upclass.
One day, while my crush was walking infront of us, he stopped which made me stopped too. There, he confessed his feelings for me. I know he was always there for me, that he was the kindest guy ever in my life. That he acted as my lover, my best friend, my company, a shoulder to cry on, everything. But he is just my best friend. I never saw him more than a friend. But I don't want to hurt him. At the same time, I don't want to play with him. It was a hard decision to make but I did what is right--- to reject him. And well, our friendship, as I turned him down, slowly disappeared too. I tried my best to reconcile but his only reply was either to smile or to say he's busy. By this, I felt sorry.
But still, my heart is still beating towards one man. But as I said, he was taken. Everyday, I saw him walking with my old best friend. Every day, instead of seeing him at the library, I meet him during lunch at the cafeteria. Everything changed. EVERYTHING. But still, the hope that he would notice me one day is still there.
Yes, I must say that that day was near when I heard the rumors say that my ex best friend and him already broke up. Well, yes. I think it was true. Why? I could see it in my ex best friend's eyes. Even if she's just my EX best friend, once in a while, I understood her when everybody didn't. So I hope I could introduce myself to him. Anyway, he was already free. I went up to his classroom and peeked. Unexpectedly, he saw me and our eyes met. I couldn't understand but there was a voice in my head telling me that since he already saw me, why not introduce yourself. So I did. He just looked at me curiously at first then I started to blabber some stuff about me, even some stupid habits like talking while sleeping, my mom always teases me that. And slowly, I could see happiness in his eyes. All of a sudden, I made a slip of the tongue mistake. I confessed. I was thinking, "Why are you so stupid, he just had a heartbreak then now your confessing. Babo!!!" I mentally hit myeslf as I thought about this intensely to the point that I was shutting my eyes tightly. I just opened it once more when I felt his breathe. He was so close to me when I opened my eyes. Then our lips collided.
After that first kiss, he pulled me in his car and he drove off. I never knew where but I placed all my trust to him. After all, I know he's a kind man. Everything was a blur. He kissed me as I kissed him back. His tongue trying to enter my mouth and slowly, I allowed it. Then he slowly removed my school uniform as he removed his after removing mine. He then caressed my face as we looked at each other's eyes. He was on top of me. Slowly, we kissed again. I could feel the sadness on his every kiss. As his feelings reached me, a tear would escape from my eyes. Why? A question was popping on my mind whatever I do to avoid it: "Why are you doing this when obviously, he doesn't have any feelings for you?"
The morning after that night, I woke up beside him. . Yes, he was also . And I was praying nothing happened besides from the kissing. After all, this is just his game. I was looking at him intently when suddenly, he stirred. I backed off, afraid that he might push me away or something. But when he woke up, he smiled at me. All of my doubts about him-- his game, his feelings for me--- were gone. All I could think that he liked me back.
Days passed and we walked together to school. I must admit that my ex best friend looks at me as if I am a disgusting dirt that always near her, but I don't mind what other people say as long as I am with him. But with the said days, my period was late. I mean, super late. And I know what that means, I'm pregnant. I was happy at first but then I felt more than disgusted after. After I told him...
"I'm pregnant!" I told him with a smile on my face.
"YOU'RE WHAT?" His eyes widened and he stood up.
"I'm pregnant.." I told him softer this time.
"What the hell? Wha... Oh my gosh.." He started to whine.
I never saw him whine like this ever before. This was the first time I saw the real him. All I could see before was his perfectness.
"Look.." I started to explain all the positive side of me being pregnant but he just cut me off.
"No, you listen. We're over. Do you understand?" He pointed at me accusingly.
I sighed. A tear escaped my eyes.
"Yes, I think that's the best thing to do..." I said silently, heart broken, tears breaking.
"Now, leave." He pointed at their classroom's door.
I held my ground for a while. Hoping he would comfort me as what I always imagined he would do.
"LEAVE!" He said then all of a sudden, I could feel his force, pushing me out.
Days after that, I made sure our baby, I mean, my baby was safe. But still, it was my secret. There were times during our physical eduaction class when I need to be absent just to skip the energy-taking activities. There were times that I need to go to the comfort room just to vomit. There were times that I got bruises in my arms just to protect my stomach. After all, the blame was on me. How could I be so stupid.
It was dismissal time when a friend of mine shouted my name. She told me my parents was on the other line and gave her phone to me. If you just knew how happy I was, hearing my parents' voice. It was like I was in heaven. All of my problems disappeared and I just couldn't help but to cry. After everything, even though I was studying at this university because I'm a scholar, my parents were still working hard at the mountains. Yes, I'm just a poor girl with high IQ. After talking to them, I thanked my friend and she left.
I was on the corridor, returning my books when someone touched my shoulder. I turned and saw him. My heart skipped a beat. Will he say sorry to me already?
"Where's your parents?" He asked.
"Do you really want to know more about me?" I smiled weakly.
"Well, if you don't mind."
I, then, told him who I am. I told him that we were poor, that I was just a scholar and that I couldn't study anymore without this scholarship. I also told him my parents' work and that I'm the only chance to make my family in a better state. When I was done, I couldn't help but to sob a little. After all, I miss my parents.
"I'm sorry..." He muttered.
"Wha--why?" I was taken aback. Why would he say sorry after telling him about my family? Because of pity, perhaps?
"To destroy your future. Now that your pregnant." And because of that, I was back to reality.
"Oh, it's nothing. It was my fault after all." I told him, holding my tears back.
"Please allow me to take care of you..." He said, looking at the floor.
I always imagined him to be like this, and I'm happy that this time, my imaginations were correct.
"I allow you to." I smiled at him.
For five months, my stomach was not that large. But on the sixth, I need to stop studying. I felt bad at the thought, my parents didn't know anything. But I was grateful for him being there for me. I was still like studying for he taught me everything he learned. He took care of me. Everyday, he would pass by my apartment and stay there for a little talk before heading home. Yes, our relationship remained that way---a secretive one. But he had no girlfriend. He remained loyal to me. And with that, I was happy.
The nineth month came and I need to be more than careful. His visits became often too. And I was happy. Oh yes, I forgot to say. It's a baby girl. Just so you know, he was very happy. Well, I also do. After all, I want a girl to be my eldest. Then the nightmare came, it was like 9pm, and I was already alone when I smelled blood then I saw it trickling down my legs. It was a sign I need to rush at the hospital. And I didn't have much time so I grabbed my phone and wallet then called a cab. Seriously, it wasn't easy. It was raining that day and all of the cabs were full. I tried to contact him but he wouldn't answer my calls.
Finally, I called a cab and rushed to the nearest hospital. On the way, I contacted him and told him what's happening. I could see the hospital already. I hopped off immediately and rushed to the ER. They did everything in a rush then all I could remember was them, bringing me to the delivery room.
"One, two, three, push!" The doctor told me and I did my best to push the baby very hard.
It was a long fight. I could feel my own sweat. I could smell my own blood. But at last, the fight was over.
"It's a baby girl." I heard her cry for a while. It made me smile but then, everything turned to pitch black.
[GUY'S POV]
It was 9:30pm when she called me. She said it's her delivery time. I tried my best to go out of the house immediately but it was quite hard. It was 10:30pm when I reached the hospital even though it was just a 10-minute drive from our house.
When I reached there, the doctor was still inside. And when the doctor went out, I saw the baby. She was very pretty. Every features looks the same as mine. Except for her eyes.
It was hers.
They let me filled up something. There were a number of blanks since I didn't know much about her. Then that's when I noticed something.
Time of Death: 11:11PM
She died... She died while delivering our child. She died protecting our daughter... She's gone... Slowly, I touched the box inside my pocket. In here was my proposal ring. I was planning to ask her to be my bride. But it was too late. And all that's left for me to remember was her eyes... Her eyes that were the same as our daughter's... Everthing was planned... But it was too late. And suddenly, I felt a tear tricked down.
Even I shed a thousand of tears, it won't show how sorry I am for hurting her before... and now it's too late to say sorry.
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