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As She Blooms
The night start to come
The sun goes down
Sitting at the backseat on a traffic jam
Gazing at the light on every town
Arrived on a magnificent palace
Eyes roaming on every corner
There, seeing a sad lass
Behind of nowhere, a loner
As the lights grew bright
The chills went all over her
Now feeling the stage fright
Doubting to hear a murmur.
But as the night ends
Her beauty stands out
Reaching high and slowly sends
Her smile, north to south..
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The Ten Times (SIDE A)
Summary: Allen recalls the first time he said his beloved’s name up to his last breathe.
“When do you know that it is too much?”
It echoes through my apartment, a small television on the corner of the room. It was already dark but I did not bother turning on the lights. It seems pretty silent outside my apartment. Normally there would be glass smashing or shouts outside. My neighbors must be partying somewhere I suppose. Sitting across my bed bored, I checked my phone once again and shifted back to the television after realizing there was no new text.
The show was a local one, run by a certain group in the university. It appears the talk is about stalking and physical abuse in a relationship this episode. Apparently there have been a lot of reports about these kinds of incidents lately. The host was talking to a girl. She was crying and covered with bruises all over her body. It was from a stalker that turns out to be the boyfriend she dumped a year ago.
As for me, Bridget and I still have a long way to go. I said to myself while the question “When do you know that it is too much?” rings into my ears. We only started talking to each other just recently. We are not even going out. So the term “too much” is really not applicable to us because there is no "us". I’m not even doing my full game. If Bridget will ever be my girlfriend, I will make her the happiest person on earth.
Now that I mention it, where is Bridget?
[1]
I caught my eyes on her a few years back. It was probably during the freshman orientation. She did something trivial. She said hi and said her department and the course she was majoring in. I was shocked that she approached me so I chickened out and ran away. Because of that I never got to know her name. But I never ever forgot about her. You could say I was smitten, in love. I was so in love that I can even sense if she is in the hallway or nearby. But alas, I can only admire her from afar.
The first time I knew her name was when I saw her glancing at the bulletin board looking at some announcements. I heard that she was accepted on some kind of scholarship. She and her friend were jumping in joy and were talking about celebrating that night.
I waited a couple of minutes after they left and checked the bulletin board. At first, I thought it will be impossible to know what paper they were looking a few minutes ago since there were dozens of posters posted in the bulletin board. But luck was on my side that day. There was only one poster pertaining to scholarships and there were only two names on it. The other one was even a guy’s!
That was the very first time I spoke her name, Bridget.
[2]
It was eating me.
I wanted to search her on Facebook now that I know her name. Moreover, I want to add her. Talk to her and look at her pictures. Know her even more. But I know I cannot do that. We have been passing through the corridors for two years now, I’m sure she at least knew my face. Adding her would come out weird.
But that night, THAT WRETCHED NIGHT. I was drunk and high. I was completing a paper I forgot that was due that 7 am the next day. I was writing it. Actually I was trying to write it. Up to this day, I do not know what I have submitted to my professor that day. I do not even know if I went to class that day.
The next thing I knew, there was a notification on my Facebook. Someone accepted my friend request. That was probably the second time I uttered her name.
“Bridget accepted my friend request,” I said to myself over and over. I did not know that I even added her but I was so happy she accepted it anyways.
[3]
“Allen!”
Someone called me from behind.
“You’re Allen right?”
It was Bridget! She talked to me for the first time. “Ah yes, that is me Allen,” I answered awkwardly. I was looking all over the place as long as I am not looking at her. I was so nervous.
Bridget noticed immediately and asked, "Sorry am I bothering you?"
"No! NO! OF COURSE NOT!", I waved my hand dismissively and replied so loud that people across the hallway looked at us. "Actually, I did not know you know me."
Bridget giggled. "I've been seeing you in these hallways for quite some time already. Of course, I know who you are! I was just shy to add you first on Facebook because you might get the wrong idea."
"So am I!", I replied.
"Besides I introduced myself during the freshman orientation so I thought we were friends." Bridget looked down shyly. "But you walked away that day so I thought I was bothering you."
"No," I shouted again. "I was just shy back then. I never knew someone so cute would talk to me. Wait. Did I just say cute? PLEASE FORGET ABOUT THAT. Not that it is not true though! Am I still making sense?" I clutched my mouth and tried to stop speaking. Honestly, I was so dumb back then.
Bridget laughed. I noticed that time that whenever she laughed her eyes disappears. She even became cuter than before. She was laughing so hard that she was even holding her stomach. That was the very first time that I had a conversation with her.
"Thanks." She smiled and waved goodbye. "I was just planning on saying hello to you. My friends and I are planning on going somewhere. Talk to you later!"
[4]
"Ah!" Bridget and I said simultaneously while seeing each other in the cafeteria. This was probably the fourth time I said her name. She was eating alone while I was looking for vacant seats.
"Here." Bridget removed her bag from the other seat and patted it. "My friends’ meeting dragged so long that they said that I should eat without them."
"Thanks." I placed my tray at the table and sat right across her. "You like mac and cheese?" I said noticing the food on her plate.
"Yep." She nodded and took another bite. "But my favorite would be my mother's mac and cheese"
"Mother's girl huh?" I said as took a bite of my lunch.
"Nope. I'm more of a father's girl actually. My mother just cooked better than my dad." She opened her hands wide and gestured in a circular motion. "My mother entered a meat loaf cooking contest and she prepared a very BIG meat loaf. THIS BIG. She won first prize that day."
"Wow." I replied while trying not to snicker at her cute gesture. I never once believe that Bridget could be someone like this. She acts like a child sometimes. "You must have missed your mother's cooking if that's the case."
"No. My house is only an hour and half drive away so whenever I am homesick I just drive back home."
"You still get homesick up to till this day?"
Bridget blushed and looked away. "Of course not!” She quickly denied. “I only visit once in a while nowadays since I am a junior now."
"How often?"
"Every weekend," she replied as if she was embarrassed to say it.
I cannot hold it any longer and laughed at the sight. I turned away at her and tried to stop my laughter to no avail. I saw her puffed her cheeks and stared at me angrily.
"Meanie!"
[5]
"Hey Bridget!"
The fifth time I called her name was probably when I first called her. I was so nervous back then. My voice was even cracking every now and then.
"I was just wondering if you have some notes from the class. I was so out of it that I forgot to take notes."
"Out of it?" She replied in a sarcastic manner. "Are you sure you are not just sleeping in class?"
"Isn't that the same?" I replied, making her laugh. "Please?"
She sighed. "Fine. I will text you when and where we will meet up to get the notes. This is your phone number right?"
"Yes, this is my number. Thank you very much!"
"You owe me some mac and cheese." She said before she hung up.
[6]
"Bridget you left your jacket yesterday." I walked towards her and her friends and gave her jacket to her.
"Later Bridget!" Her friends waved goodbye and quickly disappeared through the sea of people.
"I'm sorry. Are you discussing something with them?" I asked when I noticed she was avoiding my gaze. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong!" She replied with her normal self and smiled back at me. "People were just talking."
"Talking?"
"About you. About me. About us."
"Oh no. I am not bothering you right?" I was shocked and unconsciously touched her shoulders. I stepped back and removed my hands from her. "Sorry."
"No, it's okay." Bridget shook her head and smiled. "Where did you find my jacket anyways?"
"I found it unattended in the lecture yesterday."
"I see...." There was a long paused but Bridget looked straight in my eyes and smiled. "Thanks.... I need to go now. Thanks again."
[7]
"Allen?"
Bridget dropped her bag from shocked. "What are you doing here?" She was so shocked that she looked all over the place and double checked if it was really her house. "How did you find my house?"
"I was working part time near here and was delivering newspaper when I saw your house." I stood up from the sofa and took her bag from the ground and offered to get the one she had on her other hand.
"No thanks." She turned her body away from me and smiled. "I can handle this one on my own."
"Ah, Bridget you are home." Her mother from the upstairs and checked us up. "I did not know you are friends with someone as handsome as Allen. You should have introduced me sooner to him."
"Thanks." I humbly replied and tried to hide my embarrassment from Bridget. I glanced upon her and noticed she was mumbling something under her breath. "Are you saying something Bridget?"
She was perplexed and tried to change the topic. She took of her shoes and went to the living room. "It was nothing Allen. Could you please bring me my bag here? Thanks!"
"Bridget do not order Allen around like that." Bridget's mother quickly went down the stairs and scolded her. "I am sorry about this child. She can be a brat at times."
"Ah no, I do not mind."
[8]
"Did you change your number?" I asked the moment Bridget answered her phone. I noticed that she was shocked and was out of words. "I was calling you the whole time. I thought something has happened to you."
She was still silent but I can hear the background noise from her side. Her friends were there with her and were saying something to her that I could not hear clearly. Before I could open my mouth once again, she replied.
"I'm sorry. I lost my phone the other day." She said. I can feel that she was scared. I do not know why but she was scared about something. "I did not mean to hide it away from you. Sorry."
"You do not need to apologize. I was just worried."
"Thanks for worrying about me." After that there was a long pause. I checked if the call was disconnected but it was still on. I can still hear her friends talking from the background. After a while, she began to talk once again.
"How did you get my number Allen?"
[9]
"Are you okay Bridget?" I rushed toward her side and checked if there were any wounds. "I heard that you have a stalker quite recently. Did he attack you?"
She did not reply and looked away. I repeated my question but she only shook her head. Her friends were very eager to remove me by her side. They kept telling that she needs some time alone.
"But what if something happens to her?!" I said trying to keep my composure. I was so close of bursting my anger at her friends. I do not know if they know the severity of Bridget's situation was. She needs protection now more than ever.
"Allen, she will be fine. We can handle the rest as long as you do not come near her for the mean time. Let her rest."
[10]
After that, I never got the chance to talk or see Bridget. Whenever I call her phone, her friends answer it. There are times that she will not come to class so I do not have time seeing her.
But today, it was finally over. Bridget called me a little while ago. That was probably the tenth time I said her name. She said she was coming over. She said that she has some things to talk about. But that was five hours ago. I had already fallen asleep from waiting.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Bridget right on top of me. She was holding a knife on her hand and she was shaking all over her body. Her face was a mess. I can tell that she physically and mentally not alright. I tried to ask her what was wrong but she was not responding. I called her name for the eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth time but she was not responding.
"Die! Die! Die!" Bridget said over and over every time her knife strikes in me. And by twentieth time I called her name, she stabbed right through my heart making it my last time calling her name.
[END]
Goodbye :)
Summary: If you could say your goodbyes to your loved ones for one last time, what would you say? Denise tried to say hers but did it really reached them?
The rain keeps pouring. It was so dark outside that Denise cannot even outline the things that they were passing by. When she heard from the television that it was only a passing storm, she did not think it will be this bad.
"It is only a few heavy rains. Do not be alarmed. Just bringing an umbrella would be fine!"
Those lines from the weather forecaster replay on her head over and over again. It is so hard to travel with a bad weather, especially a storm. Not to mention she is travelling on the mountain side. The roads are hard to maneuver and wet. Landslides can also happen.
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To: [Boyfriend]
From: Denise
Subject: Stop being so pessimistic
Message: I'm okay. Nothing bad will happen. I'm almost there.
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She closed her phone and sighed. Ever since she boarded the bus, her boyfriend cannot stop asking if she was okay. He ruled out so many possibilities on how she can die while she was on the bus. Honestly, if she did not know who her boyfriend was she might have think that he likes picturing her death so much.
She opened her phone again and replied to the text messages on her phone. Some were from her friends discussing absolutely about anything to make her not bored, some were from her club discussing about the upcoming events, some were from her classmates talking about assignments for the next meeting. And of course, some of them were from her boyfriend.
"I-A-M-F-I-N-E." She spelled out while typing another text to her boyfriend.
She sighed and looked at the inside of the bus. Almost half of the passengers were gone. A lot of the remaining passengers were already sound asleep. The tapping sound of the rain on the roof of the bus and the coldness of the air conditioner really set up to mood. If it weren't from the texts, she might also be asleep like the rest of the passengers.
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After a few minutes, she realized that she dozed off. The thing that awoken her was a large crashing sound from the bus. Before she could react, she flung on the top of the bus like how the zero gravity work on those spaceships she watched. The passengers started to scream. The conductor tried to stand up from his seat and calmed the remaining passengers.
The road was so slippery that bus flew out of the cliff. Denise closed her eyes and remembered her boyfriend's words. "Ah, this is number 8 on his list of scenarios of how I could die today."
The next thing she knew, the bus had already crashed below. The cries from the baby from before were now gone but was replaced by people moaning from anguish. She tried to open her eyes but the blood coming from her head kept blocking the view.
She coughed out some blood and breathed heavily. "This is it," she thought. "This is how I am going to die." She tried to close her eyes and accepted her death but when she did, faces started showing up to her head.
She took her phone out and decided to not give up. A dinner was waiting on her home. Her mother cooked her favorites. An exam was scheduled on Thursday. She needed to pass that to pass the subject. Her friends wanted to go the amusement park next holiday. Not to mention her pessimistic boyfriend will become more pessimistic if his worst fears come true.
Thankfully there was no rubble tying her down on the ground. There was a fire near her but unlike the pain from the crash and the blood coming out of her head, the fire felt like nothing at all.
Her phone does not have signal inside the bus so decided to try outside. Every step she took, the wound on her abdomen worsen. More blood was coming out of her sides and felt like it was being ripped open every step she took.
When she looked left and right, bodies were on the ground. Some still alive while some were.... dead beyond being recognized. When she managed to get out, there were already people like her outside.
It was a sight she cannot describe. There were people vomiting blood on the ground. There were a mother and child crying. They were so happy to be alive even though the child was missing a leg and the mother's face was half broken. There were also two lovers on the roots of the tree and were sleeping like they were so fulfilled in life as they held each other's hand.
When Denise turned back on the bus, she saw the driver did not make it. The driver was still on his seat, his face was broken and his hands were on the wheel. Tears started to flow on her bloodied eyes when she saw the driver. Reality finally struck to Denise.
"I need to call someone. The police. Anyone."
Denise opened her phone again. The screen was cracked and was covered with blood. A sigh of relief came to her when she saw the signal bar on her phone. She immediately dialed emergency and told the operator what happened to the bus she was in.
When she hung up, she went to the mother and child and sat next to them. They were already sleeping so peacefully that she did not bother asking if she can sit with them. She smiled and opened her phone once again.
"It might not be long before I start sleeping as well."
Denise started typing on her phone. At first, she was typing a very long text for her parents saying sorry for not coming home even for one last time. But the amount of blood she was coughing up was a sign that she cannot hold on very much longer. She even wanted to have a very lengthy text message to her best friends, to her boyfriend, to her landlady, to her professor. But because her body can no longer take it, she opted a very generic goodbye text for every contact on her mobile phone.
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To: [Everyone]
From: Denise
Subject: [No Subject]
Message: Goodbye :)
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She hit send and put down her phone. She did not even have time to ponder how the people will react on the text message she sent. She slowly closed her eyes and started to shed a tear. Without knowing if her message was properly sent, she went to sleep.
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"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" A boy around the age of 14 went down the stairs and went to the kitchen. "Denise sent me a message again. Can't believe she send a message to me again by mistake. Her group messages are a pain in the ass."
"Oh I got one too." Denise's mother closed the faucet and looked outside. It was still raining and it seemed that it will not stop very soon. "I wonder if something terrible happened to your sister. Dad can you call Denise and see if anything is alright."
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"Goodbye?" Danica tilted her head and recalled the last conversation she had with Denise. "What's the goodbye for? Did we even exchange messages today?"
Danica scrolled up the message thread and tried to remember if there something to warrant a text from Denise. "We haven't even talked since high school graduation. Did she send it by mistake?"
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To: Denise
From: [Someone she was texting with before the crash]
Subject: [No Subject]
Message: Okay. Text you later then.
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"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?" Rena shouted on her phone and pouted. "We were even getting on the good part of the story. Aw come on Denise don't bail on me now."
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To: Denise
From: Rena
Subject: NO!
Message: Hurry and tell me what really happened. I will not accept no from an answer. If you do not reply to me within 15 minutes I am calling you. I don't care if you are busy or something.
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To: Denise
From: [Random Highschool Classmate]
Subject: WHO ARE YOU?!
Message: Excuse me but who are you? This [Random Highschool Classmate]'s girlfriend. Are you the girl he is fucking while I am not around?
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To: Denise
From: [Professor of some subject]
Subject: You sent it to the wrong person!
Message: Miss Denise you got your message mixed up. I hope you will not do something like this again in the future.
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To: Denise
From: [Bestfriend]
Subject: Did something happen?
Message: Did something happen? Are you okay? I will call you.
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"No," Denise's boyfriend dropped his phone. "Don't tell me,"
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A memorial service was then held after a couple of days. The bus accident had no survivors. Even with the effort of Denise calling for help, the ambulance did not made it on time. A total of 18 people lost their lives on that bus accident, including the bus driver and conductor.
It was unfortunate.
The text message of Denise on the other hand got a national coverage. Reporters reported the accident as "A girl from the bus accident sent her last goodbye to everyone she knew. A simple goodbye made it across to everyone she loved. Even though her accident was unexpected, she didn't fail to say farewell to everyone she knew."
"I can't believe it." Charmine, Denise's childhood friend, patted Paul, Denise's boyfriend. "After I got the message I thought something was wrong. But I never knew that it would be something like this."
"I looked at her phone." Paul sniffed and tried to wipe his tears away. "A lot of people kept saying on the interviews how sad they are and how touched they are from receiving Denise's final goodbye to the world. But not even five people bother to call her back."
"The news reporters kept saying that Denise's final goodbye got across to everyone but the truth is no one knew. No one knew what she meant. Why did she waste that time sending it to people like them? She should have called her parents instead."
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"Did you receive that farewell message from Denise?"
"Ah, yes! I thought it was weird but after knowing it was her final words, it kinda creep me out."
"Yeah I deleted mine after I got it. Well at least we got covered by the media right?"
[Fin]
Nung pauwi na si Ericka
Buod: Nagising na lamang si Ericka sa gitna ng kalsada. Bukod sa pangalan niya wala na siyang alam tungkol sa kaniyang sarili. Alam niya sa sarili niya na isa na siyang yumao. Ngunit dahil wala nga siyang alam tungkol sa kaniyang nakaraan naging hilig niya na lang na sumakay sa jeep at pagmasdan ang mga sakay nito. Isa sa mga byaheng iyon nakilala niya si Neil.
[-----]
Pagmulat ng aking mata nakita ko nalang ang aking sarili na nakahiga sa gitna ng kalsada. Walang pumapansin sa akin kahit ang dami-daming tao na naglalakad sa tabi ng kalsada. Naintindihan ko lang kung anong nangyayari nung biglang may humarurot na bumubisinang jeep sa harap ko.
Doon ko lang napagtanto na, “Ah, patay na pala ako.”
Tumayo ako sa aking kinauupoan at lumapit sa isang tindahan na may salamin. Nakita ko ang aking mukha walang bahid ng sugat o kaya kahit anong problema. Napaka kalmado ng aking mukha eto yata yung masasabi natin na lumisan ng nakangiti sa mundo.
Nakasuot ako ng isang simpleng puting damit. Nakalugay ang aking buhok. At bukod sa lahat ako ay naka-paa. Ganito pala ang isang multo. Napaka amo at napakaga-gandang nilalang.
Ang pangalan ko yata ay Ericka. Pag pumipikit kasi ako naririnig ko sa aking mga tenga na may sumasambit ng pangalang iyon. Umiiyak sila at patuloy ang banggit ng pangalang iyon. Hindi lang isa ang gumagawa noon kundi marami sila. Mabuti kayang isipin ko na dahil doon maraming nagmamahal sa akin at maraming nalungkot sa aking pagpanaw?
Firsts
Summary: First kiss, first fight, first time holding hands, first time seeing each other’s parents, first time knowing something new about them.
Isn’t that perfect? Isn’t it heart racing? Isn’t it a wonderful experience? Isn’t that what your relationship is about? Experiencing every firsts with your loved one.
They were sixteen. Too young to step out to the world and too naïve to know what relationship is really all about. But even though, they still did it. A lot of teenagers always do. They engage on a fruitless relationship that might not even last up to college.
“I like you! Please go out with me,” the girl shouted all of her might. Her eyes were close and her body was shaking all over. She put all of her courage to say those words.
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The Clockwork
Summary: The clock ticks, the time goes on but what if it tells more than what the time is?
"One hotdog please!," a boisterous shout came from the stall just behind her.
The shout made her distracted and made her stop what she was doing. She looked behind her to see the commotion and saw the girl's friends scolding her for being too loud.
The girl laughed embarrassingly and apologized to the salesperson then to the crowd she disturbed, The scenery made her smile. It made her reminisce of her juvenile days.
But the feeling quickly faded away as she tuck her hair behind her ear and crossed her legs. "I have no time for this. It is decades ago anyways," she reminded herself and focused her mind on the task in front of her.
Linda is on her late 30's. She works on a nice company with nice stable income--for a person living alone that is. She is a late bloomer or what she call herself "a person abandoned by time". Her friends, cousins and even her younger siblings already have a family. While she, on the other hand, is living alone with zero relationship whatsoever.
BUT that doesn't mean she is not contented with it. In fact this is the life she wanted, the life she always dreamed of.
Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock
Linda was writing a report about the business meeting she had earlier this month. It was her lunch break and as always she eats in a joint with a sandwich and coffee at her table.
She brought her work outside for a change of pace. Seeing people restless and walking on the streets out her mind at ease. It makes her think that she has a different time with everyone else. It makes her think that she is at her own pace. It makes her think that the world is going slow-mo around her.
Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock
That again. Linda put down her pen and looked around her. "Where is that noise coming from?," she thought and observed her surroundings very carefully.
Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock
"Could it be...." Linda paused and prayed for the worst to not happen. She bit her lip in frustration and slowly closed her eyes to calm herself.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
She tried to remember if there was something suspicious. Is there a bag left out in the open? Is there a person she felt suspicious with?
"Is there something wrong ma'am?," a waiter asked and approached her.
She opened her eyes and waved her hands dismissively. "I'm fine. Just a bit nauseous," she lied to shake off the waiter.
"You want some medicine ma'am?"
"No," she shook her head and went back on working on her report. "I'm fine."
"Okay ma'am. Just ask if you need any assistance," the waiter completely given up and went back to work.
Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock
"How could I hear a ticking of a bomb from my position anyways," she tried to convinced herself. "I'm not a dog. Maybe it was just my watch. Maybe the lie I told earlier was true."
Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock
"This is only happening because I was overexerting myself again. I'm just a little tired that is all."
Ticktockticktockticktockticktock
The ticks suddenly become faster. She tried to ignore it but her brain just can't. It drove her crazy. Her breathing began synchronizing with the ticks. She didn't even realize that she was sweating badly already.
"Enough!," she told to herself and slammed her paperwork and pen on the table. She took her bag on the side and shoved them in carelessly. She was breathing very deeply and her vision is blurring.
"I think this is enough fresh air for today," she stood up and called out to the waiter. She gave her payment for her food and head out of the joint. She was walking on the sidewalk, thinking of going back to her office. It was few steps away and a little calmer than the noisy streets she was eating with a little earlier.
Luckily, thew ticks have stopped and made her calm. She was about to cross the pedestrian when a traffic enforcer showed up and stopped her. He pointed above and alerted her that the light was red.
Tick...
The ticks started again. Linda became restless. She was looking at the stoplight like crazy. Every second she waste the more restless she becomes.
The ticks become faster and louder that Linda can't even hear her own thoughts anymore. She closed her eyes and tried to run away from it. She was panicking that she can't think straight anymore. The traffic enforcer tried to stop her but it was too late.
BEEP!BEEP!
She was halfway through the pedestrian when she opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. IT was a bus alerting her to move away. Both the passengers of the bus and the onlookers where shouting, some even closed their eyes and looked away.
Linda finally understood what the ticks are for. She closed her eyes and readied herself. The ticks echoed so loudly to her brain that she just accepted the truth.
Tick......tock.........tick........tock.......
She opened her eyes one last time and thought, "I should have called my family instead."
Tick......tock.........tick........tock.......tick.....tock.......tick.........tock......tick......tock......
[The End]
