Kaze (kraznyoktyabr) wrote, @ 2004-01-23 22:03:00

Short Story: Walking in the Rain
Last part of the three-part series... Currently the shortest short story I've written.

The first part can be found here.

The second part can be found here.

Somehow the heavens really knew that my element was water. I was drenched from the rain; I didn't have an umbrella yet, I hadn't asked Iris for it.

Iris... Oh well, there's a name that's stuck in my mind... I doubt I'd be able to forget her name. Not even in a million years. Maybe, if I bashed my head with a rock repeatedly... Nah.

The rain just won't stop pouring down. I still had to walk a kilometer to home. My uniform was now heavy with all the drops that constantly fell from the skies. I sighed as the rain poured down stronger.

Every step was like taking moments out of time itself. I didn't feel like running or speeding up at all. The events were all just too hard to process. I knew all of it for some time now, but it only took its true toll on me during the rain.

Ever since that incident at the Net Cafe, we became fast friends. We both shared a friendship of smiles and advice, reassurance and more advice. Soon, she told me the truth: that she was in love with someone else.

I, however, knew this already.

In the review where I originally met her, my friends were there too. I never really noticed it back then, but she was beside one of my friends back then. She was always leaning on him, although we did talk a lot while she did... He never did acknowledge her actions, though.

I looked around for familiar landmarks. There were only five hundred meters, approximately.

I knew that she loved him so much. And I knew that her happiness was most important over all. I couldn't give her that, so I stepped down. Like the knight I always was, her happiness was more important than life itself.

I told him about it, silent tears flowed while I did so. She was the one who made me believe in love again. Somehow, he got angry or something. We hadn't talked to each other often since then. When we did talk, there was a strained atmosphere during the conversation.

And so, here I was, walking from school, without a friend, without an inspiration. Some life I had. But it was still my life, and I had to live it despite all of the problems.

At last, home. I toweled my hair dry, changed clothes and jumped onto my bed.

I looked over at my school bags, still dripping from the rain. Good thing they were waterproof, or I'd need cash to buy new ones.

The ceiling enticed me to look at it. As I did, my thoughts drifted back to her again. Did I make the right decision? I don't know. All I know is that she'll be happier now.

Slowly, my eyes closed, and Sleep entranced me to her realm again. Strangely, in my dreams, all I saw was static.

wag magagalit o mapipikon please... dead_poet 2004-01-23 11:57 (link)

you know, your style in writing is already degrading... it's really about time that you forget her. set her free... you wouldn't want to get tied to her as she would be to you... the pieces of the puzzle just don't and wouldn't fit... try giving it a break... go on an emotional retreat... if there is such a thing. and oh, this "story" as you say is merely a reflection of your life -- it's just a distorted fragment of the slanted side of your life... if i were you, i'll just try to break away from this style... and oh, as i've said earlier... forget her... or you'll die by the idea of her being away from you. just give it a break and unwind... things will get a lot better soon but i cannot assure you that that "soon" is very soon enough... things come out right when done in and given the right time... you know what i mean... your choice... (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: wag magagalit o mapipikon please... kraznyoktyabr 2004-01-23 20:51 (link)
	I have no choice. The series must end. And it ended that way, so therefore I had to end the story that way too. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: wag magagalit o mapipikon please... dead_poet 2004-01-23 22:19 (link)
	i know you couldve done better. ikaw pa... but you just choose not to... and why i dont know. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: wag magagalit o mapipikon please... kraznyoktyabr 2004-01-23 21:00 (link)
	I've already made my choice to delete her from my memory. Kaya nga sana may backstage pass ako sa Octave e. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: wag magagalit o mapipikon please... dead_poet 2004-01-23 22:17 (link)
	well, sana... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

crimsonwaters 2004-02-22 02:41 (link)

In my opinion, the best stories are the ones that were lived. And this is a helluva great story, even if most of it's fiction. :p I believe that writing is a form of release. So it's natural if your story reflects who you are and what you're going through... magtaka ka nalang kapag hindi. Contrary to what your friend said over there, this is actually a way of letting her go. When you write, you transfer what's in your heart in the story. All that is left is the memories. Memories are good... they help you remember who you were, and learn from your past experiences. Don't try to forget, try to remember. :P Hope this helps you boost your... err... (ego?) self- esteem. Believe it or not, some people actually like your stories. :) Keep it up. (Reply to this) (Thread)