Here I Am
Sequel to Chances To Be Given
Prologue
Rated: G
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful creator...y'all know that...
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A hand reached up to the touch the warm window. How long had it been since she grazed her eyes on him. She saw him just as if nothing had happened.
He sat there alone on the table beside the window.
In his hand was a hardbound book. His face was soft, his attention obviously intent on the way the story was being told.
His face never showed any emotions.
Sure, she would catch a small frown now and then…but she never saw his lips curve to form a smile.
His lips that was so soft and beautiful. Her mouth curved up then, a soft smile forming, contentment showing. Just watching him was enough. But there were so many questions haunting her. It was 5 years ago that he saved her, again. It was 5 years ago that she promised she would be back. And it was 5 years ago that she swore that she would never let anybody make her feel so helpless. It was 5 years ago, that her courage surmounted her fear. But still, she couldn't help but feel afraid that he had forgotten all about that. That he finally gave up on her and moved on to love somebody else. But if it was true, it was something that she knew she couldn't do anything about. She studied him with her blue eyes. But not the same eyes that held innocence and understanding, only eyes that held strength and courage and a coldness that she didn't want to admit. She was tired, tired of feeling sorry for herself, tired of giving pity and chances that only hurt her even more. Sometimes, when she was alone, all she wanted to do was shut her self out from the world and sleep forever. She shook her head and held her eyes on his. Even though he was not looking at her, she could just make out his eyes. They were dark, emptiness enfolding him once again.
"Did I…?" she shook her head. She didn't want to think about faults anymore, only a way to fix the problem. She took her hand away and took a step back. She hesitated as she looked at him again, flipping the page, his finger moving to support his head. A beep brought her back to reality and she glimpsed her watch that read 5:00 PM.
"I'm going to be late…Rena will be waiting…see you later, Dare." And she left without even saying "hello".
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Darien looked up from his book and out the window beside the door. He's eyebrows formed a frown. For a while now, he had been feeling as if somebody was watching him. He ignored it at first, hoped that no one was. He wouldn't like that at all, he just wanted to be left alone. His eyes roamed freely around the arcade. Nothing, no one…all he saw was the usual costumers and his friend Andrew.
"Hmmp, I thought so." He shut the book with a thump. Disappointment crawled into his mind. Who did he want to see? What was he thinking?
The answer was plain and simple; he only wanted to see Serena. He just wanted to hear her laugh and her voice again, at least know that she had made it through.
He sighed and stood up. He looked around once more and blinked. The hope in his eyes died out, emptiness replaced it instead.
'All this years, I've been hoping and waiting, Serena. I don't want to give up on you, I don't want to think that you'll break your promise…but it's hard, it's the hardest thing that I have ever held onto. I'm losing hope, and I don't want to…but how can I keep it, when I've seen no sign of you whatsoever? How can I keep it, when each day that passes by…my imagination runs away and I see you everywhere, only to face reality that you're not here. I'm not as strong as I used to be…I was only strong for you, and now you're gone. How can I be strong now?' he let out a deep breath, one that he seemed to be holding as he stood there, staring at nothing, his book in his hand, his other hand molded into a fist.
People stared at him, wondered what a man like him could be so worried about.
Andrew worried about him especially…everyday he saw his best friend like this. And he could only imagine what was going on in his mind.
"Damn you, Serena…not a single man could be as patient as I have been! And I'm running out of it. I can't take this pain anymore!" he whispered sharply under his breath. He strode out of there, holding his head high, his eyes fixed ahead of him. He knew what he looked like standing there for minutes, not doing anything, not even looking away at a spot unknown. He looked like a fool, a mad fool.
But what did it matter?
'It doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore. I'm sorry Serena, but…I've talked to so many people, and all they could say was move on. Move on with my life and let fate guide me back to the right path. I can't pity myself for letting you go. I can't keep killing my hopes in search for you. It doesn't matter anymore, because you don't care anymore. You've probably moved on, while I sit around and pout.
I'm tired…I want my life back. I want to be able to move on.'
And as the thought cross his mind, he walked out of the Arcade, his hopes for finding Serena and her coming back, died completely.
'I'm tired of waiting and playing games I don't know how to play.'
Sequel to Chances To Be Given
Prologue
Rated: G
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful creator...y'all know that...
~~~
A hand reached up to the touch the warm window. How long had it been since she grazed her eyes on him. She saw him just as if nothing had happened.
He sat there alone on the table beside the window.
In his hand was a hardbound book. His face was soft, his attention obviously intent on the way the story was being told.
His face never showed any emotions.
Sure, she would catch a small frown now and then…but she never saw his lips curve to form a smile.
His lips that was so soft and beautiful. Her mouth curved up then, a soft smile forming, contentment showing. Just watching him was enough. But there were so many questions haunting her. It was 5 years ago that he saved her, again. It was 5 years ago that she promised she would be back. And it was 5 years ago that she swore that she would never let anybody make her feel so helpless. It was 5 years ago, that her courage surmounted her fear. But still, she couldn't help but feel afraid that he had forgotten all about that. That he finally gave up on her and moved on to love somebody else. But if it was true, it was something that she knew she couldn't do anything about. She studied him with her blue eyes. But not the same eyes that held innocence and understanding, only eyes that held strength and courage and a coldness that she didn't want to admit. She was tired, tired of feeling sorry for herself, tired of giving pity and chances that only hurt her even more. Sometimes, when she was alone, all she wanted to do was shut her self out from the world and sleep forever. She shook her head and held her eyes on his. Even though he was not looking at her, she could just make out his eyes. They were dark, emptiness enfolding him once again.
"Did I…?" she shook her head. She didn't want to think about faults anymore, only a way to fix the problem. She took her hand away and took a step back. She hesitated as she looked at him again, flipping the page, his finger moving to support his head. A beep brought her back to reality and she glimpsed her watch that read 5:00 PM.
"I'm going to be late…Rena will be waiting…see you later, Dare." And she left without even saying "hello".
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Darien looked up from his book and out the window beside the door. He's eyebrows formed a frown. For a while now, he had been feeling as if somebody was watching him. He ignored it at first, hoped that no one was. He wouldn't like that at all, he just wanted to be left alone. His eyes roamed freely around the arcade. Nothing, no one…all he saw was the usual costumers and his friend Andrew.
"Hmmp, I thought so." He shut the book with a thump. Disappointment crawled into his mind. Who did he want to see? What was he thinking?
The answer was plain and simple; he only wanted to see Serena. He just wanted to hear her laugh and her voice again, at least know that she had made it through.
He sighed and stood up. He looked around once more and blinked. The hope in his eyes died out, emptiness replaced it instead.
'All this years, I've been hoping and waiting, Serena. I don't want to give up on you, I don't want to think that you'll break your promise…but it's hard, it's the hardest thing that I have ever held onto. I'm losing hope, and I don't want to…but how can I keep it, when I've seen no sign of you whatsoever? How can I keep it, when each day that passes by…my imagination runs away and I see you everywhere, only to face reality that you're not here. I'm not as strong as I used to be…I was only strong for you, and now you're gone. How can I be strong now?' he let out a deep breath, one that he seemed to be holding as he stood there, staring at nothing, his book in his hand, his other hand molded into a fist.
People stared at him, wondered what a man like him could be so worried about.
Andrew worried about him especially…everyday he saw his best friend like this. And he could only imagine what was going on in his mind.
"Damn you, Serena…not a single man could be as patient as I have been! And I'm running out of it. I can't take this pain anymore!" he whispered sharply under his breath. He strode out of there, holding his head high, his eyes fixed ahead of him. He knew what he looked like standing there for minutes, not doing anything, not even looking away at a spot unknown. He looked like a fool, a mad fool.
But what did it matter?
'It doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore. I'm sorry Serena, but…I've talked to so many people, and all they could say was move on. Move on with my life and let fate guide me back to the right path. I can't pity myself for letting you go. I can't keep killing my hopes in search for you. It doesn't matter anymore, because you don't care anymore. You've probably moved on, while I sit around and pout.
I'm tired…I want my life back. I want to be able to move on.'
And as the thought cross his mind, he walked out of the Arcade, his hopes for finding Serena and her coming back, died completely.
'I'm tired of waiting and playing games I don't know how to play.'
