Disclaimer: I don't own MH or anything for that matter except maybe for these tattered clothes I'm currently wearing.
To the old readers: just think of this as a rewind :p
To Anne, yes I've received your hot choco and considering the weather, may I have another dozen or so? :) I love chocolate and mangoes so bribe me with these and I shall be, more or less, cooperative :p To Maow, I'm highly amused with your wacky comment (surf and pickachu lol) and thus, I'm dedicating this chapter to you albeit this is a re-post. Btw, what do you mean by 'Then your story shall be legal to drink with'? (bec. it's 21?) To she-who-must-not-be-named, indeed I am back and I shall expect a playlist from you once again ;)
Thanks to everyone who are very nice and considerate. And to the haters...God bless.
P.S.
My friend (Nat) and I had a friendly banter regarding whose penmanship is worse...so then I had this idea of writing a chapter and/or my response to anons in order to save space here. I'm thinking of posting it in my fb...don't worry I'll make it public so everyone can see. Anyway, so my plan is to write Droplets 21 this coming weekend and I'll take a picture (scanner is broken) of my handwriting... *insert evil laugh* Good luck~
Droplets
by
WhenAnxietyKicksIn
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Chapter
4
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A room devoid of color engulfs me for a second. For a second I echo my fear with a dreary 'hello'. Someone is coming I feel it. Stepping on the wooden pavement down below, I hear the footsteps coming. This is it.
My judgement.
"Come inside, I'm expecting you." The voice says.
Where? Where is this inside? I can't see a thing. My hands fumble for a surface to reach. Anything to touch, anything real to be certain I'm not falling into the abyss.
The door opens slightly, letting me have a peek of what's inside. Red. All I can see is red. I step inside with apprehension. I bit my lip with comprehension. This is it.
My choice.
"I hear you wanted to work with us." The voice now with a beautiful face to accompany tells me.
I nod in agreement. My heart is beating twice than normal. My breathing is deeper than normal. My thinking is clear. This is it.
My new life.
"Honey, do you know what we do here exactly?" She gives me a probing look. Drinking my reaction as they appear.
I feel uncomfortable. I've never felt so cornered in my life. I feel like I'm a fabric delicately being scrutinized by those blue orbs. I feel uncomfortable but I feel it is right.
I understand.
"Yes, I do." I speak for the first time.
Blue pair continues to digest my words. This time I reciprocate by staring back. Showing my resolute. Letting her see a piece of my soul through my eyes. She smiles briefly.
She understands.
Somehow she understands that I'm lost in this world. That I'm here in a mission to connect. To feel. To live.
"I know those eyes perfectly." She breathes deeply. "I know them too well."
Then I see it too. In her blue orbs, I partially see my current state. In her blue orbs, miraculously mirrors my crimsons.
We both understand each other.
"You are aware of the consequences?"
I reply with my eyes. Words are not needed to verify my resolve.
"Very well then, welcome to our club."
Finally.
I took the greatest lunge in my life.
And I feel so... alive.
Alive.
Finally.