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Ah screw it. Here we go.

~Ronaldo~

My first love was not Jewel.

I remembered when I was about 14 when I first laid my eyes upon her. Her name was Melissa... and I hadn't known what hit me- I just met her for a day and tumbled into the pit of love, a chain reaction. The day after I met her, my mind could not dispose of her, my heart raced when I thought about her, and any ornithologist could have diagnosed me with love-sickness. I never felt anything that spectacular before, the emotion of love.

I could remember every single detail about her- her golden feathers glimmering on her body, how skilled she was at soccer despite her petite size, her ranting about her loathe for being born a canary, her acute love for the tangerine we shared. Many birds might call it foolish or absurd that I could fall in love with a CANARY, but the fact was, I did. And you couldn't control love.

You couldn't control or try to manipulate the feelings of one towards another... because it probably won't change.

The day I met her was probably one of the best days, if not the best day, of my life. But I guess... it was the day after that was my worst.

I must admit that I had been rather hasty, to present a bunch of flowers, nuts and berries to Melissa and ask her to be my girlfriend. Whenever I think of the time where I so rashly exposed my love to her, hot shame would ripple through my body... it was rather foolish of me, I guess, and common sense would've told me that she wouldn't like me back. Even though she was a great friend to me, it wasn't as if she would instantaneously fall in love with me. Love at first sight never seems to last, anyway.

Needless to say, I was rejected. It wasn't as harsh as most other birds would've done it, as if they were the kings and queens of the world... but my heart was shattered. To have love not reciprocated... it was like giving and not having it returned back, harbouring something in vain, having reality slap you in the face as if it wasn't harsh enough.

I remembered wallowing in sorrow, tears never seeming to stop flowing from my eyes. The whole time I could just picture Melissa's face in my mind, even though I wanted to forget her. I hated her, even though I loved her. It was probably the first time I cried so much in one night.

It wasn't until Jewel came, suddenly performing the role of the older one, and she tried to comfort me. I could tell that she was hurting too, by seeing me hurt. But eventually I was consoled, mainly because of her soothing presence, I conjectured. I had to tell her everything, all my stupid emotions, the agony of rejection... the foolishness of love. But when I did, she didn't reprimand me for my emotions or tell me I was to blame for everything... she made me empathise with Melissa.

Her argument was that if Melissa didn't feel anything, it was her own personal opinion and tastes, and that it is of this that I should not loathe her for. If she didn't love me she had the fine right to reject me. We could still be friends of course- but if she did not reciprocate my love there's no way I could force her to. It was hard to accept at first, that feelings were feelings and worked their own way...but in the end, Melissa and I remained rather good companions. Sure, at times I would gaze at her, wondering what the possibilities were if we were together, wondering what we would be if she loved me back... but the reality was, we were mere friends. And there was nothing more to it- that was the truth of it all.

I realised that if you don't love somebody, you don't have to force yourself to. You could always be friends... nothing more to it.

But if love turns into hate just because it isn't reciprocated... it wouldn't be fair to the other party, now would it?

~Lisa~

I had no idea what or how to feel.

One moment dizzying ecstasy was pumping through my blood vessels, my heart thumping like a hammer rapidly against my chest, and my beak having encountered the sweetest taste in the world... it was an extraordinary moment, no matter how short-lived it was, and it was one of the highlights of my life. To let loose your emotions out in one blast, and to engage in romantic activity with your loved one... it was as if some part of your heart was complete, as if your heart's desire was being fulfilled...

But such a moment was short-lived. The next moment, and after what could be deemed as bird-reaction time... I felt a shove. A feathered, muscular shove in front of me, one that repelled me away from Ronaldo, one that broke the kiss that we shared, one that originated from the one I loved in the first place.

And for a while I was just frozen in position, just staring at Ronaldo in disbelief at what he had just done. He himself donned an astounded expression, his body slightly trembling and his dazzling turquoise irises decreased in size yet drilled into me, almost accusingly. We both panted heavily, our pairs of lungs being two of the three systems that were deprived of something dear to them. The taste of Ronaldo lingered on my beak, and his touch on my wings... but they suddenly felt like blood, on the hands of a sinner.

I had no idea what Ronaldo was thinking at first- his expression was nearly impossible to decipher. He was in fact caught unguarded and astonished –on the boundary of frightened, even- ... but then the truth settled in. I had kissed him, an act of my love for him... and he pushed me. He simply shoved away what represented my feelings for him.

He didn't reciprocate them at all.

"Lisa..." he croaked, as soon as his vocal power regenerated. "What... what in the world was that?"

I stared at him, not knowing how to answer his question. The shroud of rejection still engulfed me, and all of me was fighting against it. When reality doesn't meet your expectations, would you really accept it as it is? Would you really want to have life slap you down on your vulnerable edge, leaving your heart shattered as you pick up the pieces?

Ronaldo's face betrayed everything- astonishment was written all over his face. He didn't even try to kiss me back- he just shoved me away, as if we were of the same magnetic polarity. He didn't show any interest at me whatsoever... when clearly he should have.

I remembered him once, telling me to go on that ship back to Rio de Janeiro. I didn't want to leave Lisbon, to be honest, to leave some place that you had your loyalty to move on to some foreign place that I didn't know about. Then I saw Ronaldo's smile, and he told me: 'Don't worry. I'm your friend, remember? I'll always stand by you, no matter what.'

I guess that was when I knew that I truly loved him, and when I knew that he loved me.

Well, it turned out that you can't trust your own judgement sometimes. But I knew that from this, from his intimate friendship with me... it generated a spark, albeit as miniscule as it could get, a spark of hope that he might actually be in love with me, that he was merely denying himself.

Like how I had been denying myself the whole time I had been with him.

"Ronaldo," I said, the calmness settling in, as my breathing rate normalised and acted as if nothing was wrong, as if my heart hadn't been crushed into powder, as if I hadn't taken a metaphorical slap to the face. "I... I need to confess to you something. I... like you. More than a friend, even... I love you. I love you Ronaldo..."

Ronaldo just returned my confession, my spilling of inner emotions; he just returned it with a blank stare. He still panted for breath, although it was more erratic than before, and his vocal chords malfunctioned again.

"Didn't you hear me, Ronaldo? I love you. I... I'd do anything for you. I want you... and I need you. I... Could we be... more than friends then?"

Ronaldo exhaled sharply through his nostrils, and pressed his wing against his left temple. Why was it so darn hard for him to just admit that he reciprocated my feelings? Even if he didn't, why did he have to feel so strained? It was as if he did not regard me as a friend anymore, but a thorn to his side...

But I was offering him my rose of love. And every rose should have its thorns... or do they?

When Ronaldo spoke, he fumbled through his vocabulary, as if what he was about to say would injure my soul even more than it already was, as if no matter how he could phrase his words it would still damage me permanently. "Lisa... I'm... sorry. I don't love you... like you love me." –the way he said the word 'you' was as if were the most contemptible word in the English language- "I... I love you as a mere friend, Lisa. Nothing more to it."

I refused to accept the truth. I knew by his strained expression he was only hiding his feelings... and some part of me rejected his reality. "I know you love me, Ronaldo." I mimicked his calm voice. "I know you feel for me the same way as I do for you... don't lie."

"I'm not lying," he snapped back, almost like it was a reflex, like how one would react if he was investigated for murder. "I... I just don't love you, Lisa. I only want to stay friends. That's the truth."

My temper shattered as fast as my heart, and I snarled at him. Why couldn't Ronaldo be so stubborn as to just reciprocate and expose his feelings as I did for him? Why couldn't Ronaldo just stop denying himself and avoiding reality- he did love me. Why didn't he surrender himself to the power of love as I did, and stop pretending?

"You're lying!" I snapped back, my volume skyrocketing and shifting several octaves. Ronaldo's gaze whipped back at me, as if I had exploded. "You're not telling me the truth! Why Ronaldo? Why can't you just accept reality and just tell me? Why?"

With every word my voice gained several decibels, and I took furious steps towards him. With every step I took he took one in the same direction, as if the distance between us was as close as it could get. His expression quickly changed from strained with a twinge of frustration, into something on the border of frightened and disbelief.

He was remained silent, staring at me as if I were some sort of monster. He opened his beak, as if to speak, but then shut it. It was as if he couldn't deal with me, as if he couldn't relate to me- the one that he loved so much and could just simply reveal his feelings to with no worries, no cares in the world...

If it was so simple for me, why couldn't it be easy for him?

I groaned in frustration, and suddenly pure contempt filled me. Clearly he was torturing me... clearly he was denying himself and me a chance at finding love, at a chance that we could be together for the rest of our lives... he was withholding all of this. For what only the stars know, but I knew that it was for selfish ambition. Why was he doing this to me, by suppressing his emotions when he knew that he loved me? Why did he do this?

"Forget it," I muttered, doing a one-hundred-and-eighty on him, turning my back on him in surrender and complete relent. "If you want to be that way, screw it."

And so I flew off as far as I could, while leaving behind a trail of tears, one that Ronaldo rode on as he entailed my path of flight. He shouted my name, trying to catch me, as if he hadn't already caught my heart before smashing it on the ground.

~Blu~

Jewel and I had settled a sort of alternating pattern, that we would take turns to fly around the jungle leisurely, to experience the wind in our feathers and the scenery of the jungle below us. Jewel had gone before me and when she landed back in the hollow she looked like a new bird completely. Energy radiated her whole body, and her smile could very well have stretched beyond the Amazon River. I could tell how complete she was just by a simple flight around the jungle ["I would only be complete with you, querido," she had teased.]

To be honest, when Jewel was egging me on I had no idea what to expect. Would I crash? What if I did not feel the same exhilaration as she did when soaring through the air? What if something even worse were to occur? These thoughts raced through my mind... and they all dissipated when Jewel gave me an assuring smile and kiss. Sometimes that's all you really needed in order to make it in life, wouldn't it? To have the thought of your mate in mind... love solves all your problems.

So here I was, flapping my wings lazily across the jungle, the emergent layer of the trees blending together into one canopy, and I enjoyed the wind breezing past me as I cut through the air. It was less like adrenaline-pumping, freedom-embracing experience... such a feeling; I could not put a talon on it. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant flight, to have the smell of luscious vegetation surround you, to have the scenery of nature fill your vision. It was rather refreshing... to experience something new was a great experience.

"GO AWAY! I HATE YOU!"

The female voice that shrilled the air made me cringe and halt in the air, flapping my wings slightly to stay levitating in the air. Instinctively I turned my back in the general direction of our hollow. It was nowhere in sight, and I knew that I had flown way out of the radius of earshot, which gave me a sense of simultaneous relief and panic. It couldn't have been Jewel... besides, I would've recognised her voice.

My eyes quickly scanned around the area, only to be met with the same familiar blanket of green, the shroud of trees that stretched on monotonously. To have such an ear-piercing sound reverberate all the way such a distance that was out of eyeshot... it must have been a rather furious and heated argument. One of which I wished not to interfere in.

With a shrug, I continued my leisurely flight... only to crash headfirst into something in the air.

For some inexplicable reason I had expanded my wings in order to let the resistance cushion my fall, but my motor skills had decided to malfunction on me... so I unceremoniously plummeted into the canopy below us, falling into layers of leaves and vegetation while shrieking in terror before landing dully on the earth floor.

I was about to curse the abnormal height of trees mentally as my vision slowly regained focus, when I stared into a pair of scarlet eyes. I registered the facial features that the ruby eyes had been inscribed into, before my brain pulled two and two together and realised that I had crashed into Lisa midflight, and that she had landed right on top of my body.

As she awkwardly clambered off, I heard another voice faraway yell her name, a deep bass tone that I recognised as Ronaldo. "Sorry about that Blu," Lisa politely apologised, but my attention pinpointed on the navy blue speck that drew closer to the accident site. I quickly analysed the situation... and realised that Lisa, she was flying away from Ronaldo. She was screaming at him to 'go away' and that she hated him...

And then my face twisted in a puzzled manner, as Ronaldo perched himself next to Lisa and me, panting deeply for breath in exhaustion, while Lisa made no attempt to escape.

"Ronaldo? Lisa?" I exclaimed, still astonished, and my gaze flickered from Lisa –with her uncomfortable with a fair mix of irritation and rage- to Ronaldo –who sported a tired, pleading expression with a hint of confusion.

"What," I continued, my tone still marked with distinct astonishment. "What in the world is going on?"

Ronaldo opened his beak to speak, but Lisa intercepted rather swiftly, and she spoke with indignation and accusation. "Ronaldo won't stop chasing after me. I told you" –she addressed Ronaldo, her expression still twisted in anger- "to forget the whole thing! Why won't you just go away, and make away with it, like you did with my heart?"

This served to pour in more confusion in me as Ronaldo addressed her with a fair bit of reciprocated irritation. "Do you seriously want to quarrel with me over this? I told you the truth already; why won't you accept it?"

"Why can't you accept the reality?" Lisa shot back, her voice going up several decibels."Why can't you just tell me you love me? Why do you have to hide it and make me hurt? Why do you have to torture me like this?"

"I'm not telling you that because I don't love you like that!" Ronaldo exclaimed, reciprocating every emotion in her sans her love for him. And as they glared at each other angrily the flotsam began to settle and I could hypothesize rather accurately what had happened. I could imagine Ronaldo pushing Lisa away from the kiss, claiming that he did not return her love... For what reason I do not know, but here Lisa was seething with rage and frustration at the one who denied her love.

Lisa's mission, the one risk that she valiantly took by releasing the floodgates that repressed her inner feelings and soul, had failed, crashed and burned.

The silence was broken by one single sentence by Lisa, one so concentrated in acid and spat out in contempt that it sent chills travelling down my spine, vibrations that reverberated throughout my body icily.

"I hate you."

Ronaldo merely pursed the edges of his beak together and nodded at Lisa. His breathing became steady, and he inhaled a large volume of air before snorting it back out. "You'd think that way the moment you confessed you loved me," he stated matter-of-factly. "I'm impressed Lisa... I really am."

And before my common sense could recover in me, and before I could interfere, Ronaldo took to the sky and flew away, the consistent beat of wings slowly dissipating until he was out of eyeshot.

Lisa began to walk away in the opposite direction, her pace as sluggish as a snail's, and she hung her head in a gloomy fashion. Such times like this were reminiscent of those situations in those Asian dramas I used to watch. There was one that involved a husband who had a major altercation with his wife- he would angrily drive and disappear out of her sight, severing their ties. The woman however, she would crumple instantaneously and hang her head in sorrow or shame, and she would trudge away slowly with tears veiling her eyes.

It was as if she were denying herself that it was indeed partially her fault, that she was denying her feelings of being separated from her love, and that it was only when he was absent that she realised her mistakes and her longing and love for him.

"Lisa," I found the courage to utter, as I trailed behind her, trying to comfort her as sorrow and lost love overtook her emotions. The way she obscured her face from vision made it impossible to decipher her expression, and every time I called her name she only increased by nanometres-per-second, the chasm that separated us slowly enlarging.

"Lisa, please don't be like this... I know you're sad, but please," I pleaded, but she did not answer- she kept moving forward, dragging along her sorrow with her, and she tried to move faster.

"Lisa!" I exclaimed, as I abruptly charged forward in front of her, forcing her to halt in her tracks. However, on doing so, somehow she managed to spontaneously crumple even further, and by doing so caught me unguarded when she fell nearly completely to the ground at my talons, bursting into tears.

When she let her emotions explode in full force, I could do nothing but just stay there, paralysed, not sure as to how to react... what was I supposed to do anyways? It was a rather awkward silence, as I remained as motionless as a statue, with Lisa wailing at the top of her lungs as the only sound that resonated through the air...

If you were right next to a person who abruptly let loose her emotions in one burst, how would you react?

It felt like geologic ages had passed, twin waterfalls from her eyes that decelerated albeit slowly with every passing second, and her moans and sobs dropping decibel by decibel, until she was nothing more than a motionless body, her crimson eyes staring into space and she was empty of tears, sound, emotion, love and life. The silence sliced through the air like a blade, a blade that gave no mercy regardless of the emotions that bottled up or released.

"Blu," Lisa whispered, to the point where the keenest of ears had to strain in order to catch her words. "What am I supposed to do? Ronaldo hates me now... he doesn't love me anymore..."

I tried to wear my best comforting smile, but it results in a crooked, forced one. "Of course not," I soothe, although it is diluted by reality, diluted by the fact that Ronaldo might actually honestly loathe Lisa for such a trivial matter, for revealing her emotions. "You're still friends with him; he won't hate you just because you love him-"

"But that's exactly why he hates me," Lisa interjected, her flat tone completely resetting any form of hope in the atmosphere. She rose to her talons slowly, the energy slowly regenerating within her, and she stared at Blu lifelessly.

"Blu... I... I feel so hopeless... All I wanted was to find love," Lisa muttered, sniffling. Her eyes veiled with moisture again, as if her tear gland capacity was infinite, as if it was the only thing that could last forever. "But all I got was the opposite... now he hates me... and it's all my fault."

I draped my wing over her shoulder. "It's not your fault. He shouldn't just..." –I searched through my vocabulary, and scanned through the argument I had witnessed between two soul mates- "He shouldn't have just denied himself, and let you suffer..."

Lisa shook her head violently, shaking it out, shaking all her thoughts and emotions and fears off, even though they stuck to her like leeches. "But I was the one who told him I loved him... I... I shouldn't have been so stupid... stupid as to let him know my love, and end up letting him hurt me... I... I..."

At this point Lisa trailed off again, letting a secondary outburst of emotions as she crumpled onto me, burying her head in my chest and soaking it with her tears, her released emotions. At this point, I started to feel pitiful for her, and my heart reached out to her. Me and Jewel... we had no story. We fell in love, almost instantaneously, no hiccups in our love, nothing to separate us, becoming perfect as if it was too easy. If I had told her that I loved her... she would reciprocate my feelings, and the same ending appears, with both of us together, lover to lover.

But Lisa, she had to reveal her crush –something partially instigated by me and Jewel- to Ronaldo, and to be rejected harshly, to have him deny his feelings and let teardrops rain from Lisa's eyes like no tomorrow... it must have broken her heart, needless to say. Sometimes, reality is so heavy and harsh that it crashes upon one with the weight of the world, and you were forced to take it. You could deny it, you could try to evade and run from it... but the fact is, reality will always withstand, through and through.

If you loved somebody, you'd get yourself in a lot of trouble... no matter where it should go.

I couldn't help but offer whatever comfort that I could, to eradicate the sadness in her, to make her feel hopeful again. I put my wings around her in an embrace, rubbing my wing against her back to soothe her, almost like a child.

"Shhh," I soothed, as her volume began to plummet, and she was silent save for occasional sniffling and moaning. "It's alright, Lisa."

"No, it's not," Lisa complained with her voice muffled against my chest. "It's my fault for revealing my emotions... it's my fault for just not denying everything and trying not to hurt people... it's my fault that I had to ruin my own life and-"

"It's not your fault, Lisa," I said, with a degree of adamancy sufficient to make Lisa jerk her head up and stare into my eyes, as if in a trance of my words. I retained my assuring smile- one that I hoped would lift her spirits up, one that was all I could offer her as a friend and compensate for our advice that backfired on her. "It's not your fault. You were only following your heart... it isn't wrong in any sense of the word.

"In fact, I figure..." –my eyes drifted to where Ronaldo had flown off in a huff- "I figure that if you denied everything... you'd only hurt the other party even more."

I turned back to her. "You were only being true to yourself... and even if that's wrong to some people, it's not to me." -a ghost of a smile appeared on her face- "You're an extremely courageous bird, Lisa, and I respect you for that... it's just that some things might not go your way. But it's not your fault..."

A smile had fully formed on Lisa's face by then, a half-circumference that could tell all her emotions like it was an open book, and she pulled me into an embrace, one of which I obliged to reciprocate. Relief washed over me, now that I had managed to remove the sadness in her... one that she had burdened for so long, one that she had revealed to me and begged for empathy... and so I gave what she wanted to her.

"Thank you for that, Blu..." she said, and the corners of my beak began to curve upwards. There was a contented silence, one that didn't slice the atmosphere but instead drifted over us, one that assured us that everything was alright.

I pulled away, and saw the same joyous, satisfied expression on Lisa's face. "And don't worry about Ronaldo," I assured, glimpsing that her smile drooped slightly. "He'll reconcile with you... eventually. He can't hate you for just loving him... you'll still be friends. You should apologise though... just for him not to get too angry at you..."

Lisa pursed to the edges of her beak together, and she contemplated these words. Even though she knew that she shouldn't apologise for doing nothing wrong, and that it would deny herself, she sighed. "I guess I should..." she relented.

She turned to me, the jubilation suddenly returning back to me. "Thank you Blu," she said. "Thank you for not... for not denying me and helping me when I felt so heartbroken..."

I chuckled. "It's quite alright... I mean, what kind of a friend would I be?"

Lisa squinted, slightly sceptically. "You regard me as a friend?"

"Well sure. You, me, Ronaldo and Jewel... we're all friends. We should all be open to each other, talk to each other, share with each other... rather than just repressing and not being open, denying everything that comes your way."

Lisa pulled me into an embrace once again in gratitude. "Thank you Blu... thank you so much for that..."

And suddenly I knew that Lisa and I were going to be so much closer than before- we were mere strangers at first, tied by the birds that we loved in sibling relationship... but being companions, side by side... it's always great to have more friends, right?

I smiled, and I reciprocated her hug. "You're welcome, Lisa..."

She pulled away, and we stood there for a while in silence. My eyes wandered around, the familiar safari green and rich brown surrounding me, to the cerulean figure next to me that I could now relate with; from the earthy soil that we shared the same ground on, to the completely azure sky that hovered above us. A sky that was reminiscent of the tint of blue coat of feathers my mate wore, one that alerted the time as evening, one that signalled that roughly a couple of hours had passed, just like that.

Cheese and sprinkles.

It wasn't until Lisa spoke, with a form of reassurance yet melancholy hinted in her voice, that I realised that I had blurted that last bit out. "It's okay, Blu. I know you have to get back to Jewel... I... we'll keep in touch, right? See you later."

It was amazing, astounding even, that Lisa could immediately decipher the expression on my face, like she was a psychic or bonded to me, as if she knew what thoughts emotions swam in my mind, as if she knew me better than myself.

Then again, that was exactly what had happened to her, against the rest of the world.

Suddenly the image of Jewel reappeared in my head, and even though I knew she would not berate me or unleash her wrath against me... but it was only a duty as a mate to return to her side, to assure her that I wouldn't leave and abandon her.

I gave Lisa a fleeting look, one that promised her that we would be always be friends no matter what, that promised her that I would try to be there when she needed me... that promised that everything was fine. Esta tudo bem.

And so I smiled at her briefly, catching a glimpse of her joyous-yet-sorrowful expression, before I flew off in the direction of my home, where Jewel –the one I loved so deeply, and loved me back in the same degree- awaited with open wings and all her love, and with a happier reality to escape to.

SORRY FOR WEAK ENDING... my brain sort of blacked out there...

Anyway, um... hope you like it. Now I promise, next few chapters, I'll go with my usual BluxJewel stuff. Just... yeah. xS Hope you don't look at it too analytically... although... there is something. Something a little ironic... but never mind.

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