Disclaimer: I do not own Daa Daa Daa (UFO Baby) or any of its characters. Also, the song listed at the last part was not mine either.
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TWILIGHT TRANSITION
The rainy season has come. I sat by the window witnessing every moment hereafter. The tiny droplets of water slowly dripping from the ditch remind me of those moments they were still here.
We were both alone but much had changed. He was no more the cold-hearted person I knew and I'm thankful for it. At times he cares, I think…but is it care that I felt? And so I bowed my head. Or just a respond to my action? I am clumsy, I admit…maybe that is why…
I resume to what I'm doing a while ago. Here again, looking at the trees swaying violently by the gust of wind and splash of water. I would be like them, I wish, strongly clinging to the ground though the force of nature may carry them away. I looked down and reached for a pen and paper. I scribbled my thoughts…
I left my seat and started to wander. I flung the door open and traveled the hallways without any direction. I stopped at the kitchen and was surprised to come face to face with him. His calm face was nowhere to be found. His stern look tears me apart for a reason I can't explain. He was in rage.
I looked around seeking for an answer and then it reached me. Smoke was emitted from the stove. Fire had occurred suddenly and before I knew it, he uttered his plain, "Get out."
Normally I would retort but not a voice was spoken out. I kept my mouth shut. I'm afraid he'll hate me more. He turned his back on me and I had no choice but to do the same, though I want to explain to him the whole matter.
I grabbed an umbrella and opened the main door. A part of me wants to leave, but the other tells me to stay. I start to stroll. As I take the steps down at the stairs, I imagined myself facing mirrors with my other selves asking, "How much more could you take?"
The streets were busy despite the fact that it was Sunday and there was a continuous fall of rain since early morning. People were going to and fro. The screeching horns of vehicles are heard, but everything was going in slow motion. I turned around the corner and saw a child tormented by children of his age. That scene shattered me. Sticks, stones, pieces of paper were thrown on him. The very image is his lonely face forced me to shout on the mob.
They stopped and threw their last shots on the poor child. That had made my blood rush even more. They glared at me then rushed away. I approached the boy slowly but he demanded not to. I know he was afraid, but I understand him. I was afraid too. He sobbed softly. I simply smiled and took my handkerchief. I knelt and gently cleaned his bruises. I heard him groan then he looked at me softly. He said, "Lady, what would you wish for?"
I paused. I clenched my fist and bit my lower lip. But then I delicately set my eyes upon him. I pat his head and whispered, "I wish he'll hear the call of my compassion." I finished treating his wounds with a tie on his left arm for it was partly injured. I entrusted him my umbrella and he gladly took it. I kissed his forehead and bid him goodbye. Before I turn, I heard him whisper, "so shall it be".
As I ran down the lane, the downpour lessens. I reached the temple and went straight to my room to dry. I felt his presence on my way but something's different. I thought I hallucinated.
The sun has just set. I realized I stared at the floor for long. I decided to go out of my room to prepare dinner. In my surprise, I saw a girl doing my chore.
I comically stare at her. I supposed she was about my age. She has shoulder-length auburn hair. Within my distance, I can tell that she has umber orbs. She had her right hand at her waist as she cooks. She looked at me strictly but didn't mutter anything. I suddenly remember, they are simply the same.
Without any command, I sat down at the dinner table. I felt she has authority. I smelled of pumpkins, which reminded me of him. Then I thought to myself, "Where could he be?" But in a second I was answered, "Don't worry, he'll come up soon you'll see". And I remembered what happened lately. She set the dish on a plate and gathered some for us.
We ate in silence – a thing him and me always do. I lowered my head but still continue my thing. After we finished our meal, I presented to wash the dishes. She reluctantly stood up and hung up the apron beside the fridge, which again a thing he does. She then went straight to 'his' room. Wait…did I say HIS room? For goodness sake, why in the world will she go there?
I was in panic at that moment and the first thing I knew, I had pushed her and knocked her down. She stood up, held her head and for once she glared at me. She walked again. By then he turned to another direction, which was straight outside the room. I took a peek by the door and saw her sat there. She looked at the stars above while the breeze smoothly flowed her locks.
I slowly closed the door, thinking that it was her time for privacy. She was mysterious, with that sudden appearance and a name I can't behold – though I can sense there was weariness in her eyes, similar to those of him. I stood there outside the room, let a minute passed and then I left.
I was about to rest by the time I had finished cleaning the dishes and washing myself, but then as I took another look at the room, it seemed like she hadn't moved a bit. I started to worry, feeling that there's something wrong in this situation, so I opened the door.
When I was about to reach her, I was tipped over. My face was going to slam at the floor, which is totally embarrassing. With her fast reflexes, I was caught in her arms. I blushed, which is an annoying thing to do around a girl, but I can't help it I promise. At that moment I felt it was he. As I search for her eyes, it was alike to his. She supported me as we sit under the moonlit sky.
She giggled for a thing I don't know, then looked at me wearing that smile. That was when I remembered looking funny on her – with my klutz act, with the blush, my dreamily stare and all – how could she forget those in a sudden? Sure she is a smart girl. I had no choice but to look down ashamed with what had happened. But in no time she was, again, calm and serious.
"Do you ever hate him?" She asked with a pint of sadness in her voice. Those words struck me like an arrow shot straight to my heart. I knew she was pointing to him. I looked at her then turned away. I pressed my lips to calm my nerves down. I tilt my head towards the heaven and muttered. " How could I? We are living in the same roof for over a year and yet, he hardly felt it."
"Not every woman wants a battle to fight, but every woman yearns to be fought for. She wants to be more than noticed – she wants to be wanted, she wants to be pursued. Every woman also wants an adventure to share. A woman doesn't want to be the adventure; she wants to be caught up into something greater than herself." I added.
After I finally said those words, I started to weep. It was the last thing I thought I'd do in front of her, but it was inevitable. When I closed my eyes, I heard her murmured; "Now I understand why I deserve this." I shot my eyes open, shocked at what she said. Thereafter, a strong grasp on my wrist pulled me closer to her.
When I opened the windows of my soul, I was stunned. I stared widely at him. The moment his lips touched mine was totally different. We then parted and he put up a smile, which was I felt, for me alone.
We were both alone but much had changed. I woke up grateful the next morning and for the first time he patiently waited for me.
As the breeze gently flips through the pages of my diary, my thoughts were once again reflected.
With a newly bought pleated skirt
The two of us waited for each other for the first time
Laughing "sorry", with a white shirt
Just walking with you is blinding
We are always with friends
But something is different when it is just us two
Say something to me
I love you more than anyone forever
But I cannot tell you, you're too close
Notice someday, I'm looking at you
When the seeds of love are thrown
Let's bloom it beautifully
At the very moment when we sat facing each other
I am nervous about the side of your adult-like face
Even if you're supposed to be near at all times
I actually don't know too much about you
I won't go on by just admiring you
To each other, like couples that gets along,
I hope we can be like that
I'll love you like this forever
Because I want to know more about you
I want to come here always and speak
Will the flower of love bloom?
I'm already wishing to God…
I'm a happy flower, am I?
From now on 'till forever, I'll never forget the point that made my life changed – his twilight transition.
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allura pearl