Prologue
I would like to live life just like the lucky ones did. Peaceful, harmonic, free from stress, free from the judgements of unnecessary people, free from failures, free from the falls and trials the world could give. I wanted to live in a picturesque view, where everyone has the freedom of doing what they love, and in return love will lead them towards the hearts they are destined for without hindrances. I wanted to just stay sitting on warm sand while looking at the sunset and feeling the coldness of the air, wrapping me in its memories undefined by a single thought.
My hands, like a patterned dance, gracefully wrote words that my brain could possibly think. Currently, I finished writing my poem. Actually the sixtieth one.
I chuckled while writing the last word before lifting the paper up to read the title.
Our Story Tells No Tales
Biting my lower lip, I giggled and embraced the paper I was holding. I feel so happy and even prouder of myself for achieving this much improvement! Finally!
Well, I can proudly say that this is my boyfie ever since. It has caught my interest through reading short stories, reading scripts from movies, especially from Disney princesses. Those movies made me believe that falling in love is feeling eternal enthusiasm. That falling in love is an abstract, strong emotion that makes you realize how beautiful the world would be if you love someone and if you want to be with him until the end of time.
Love knows no boundaries
Love is blind
And truth to be told, I never had tried feeling it. Well, of course, love for family is a different thing. What I meant was the desirable love for someone. I never had tried it. And I also wonder what would lead me to if ever.
Will it be just as the same as what the movies portrayed?
The rays of the morning sun reflected on the paper I was reading. Slowly, I put it down, only to be hit by a basketball exactly on my forehead. The occurrence made me gasped and fell lying on the floor.
My vision became blurry as I looked at the blue sky. My hearing senses became inaudible as well. As if there was a tingling high pitched sound echoing throughout the place. My hands trembled and a tear escaped from my eye the moment I felt the sting of pain because of how the back of my head bumped the cold, cemented floor.
Am I going to die?
“...iss…miss…” a cut - off sound of a man slowly draped within me. Eyes are still blurry as I watch him atop of me, crouching and waving his damn hand.
“Miss!” Later on, his voice was already clear enough. “Are you okay, miss?”
“My h-head hurts…” I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying. “M-my head…”
“I'll help you,” he offered and I gasped again when he immediately and surprisingly pulled me up without warning!
I could literally feel my head spinning now!
Damn it!
“Why would you write in front of the court?” he said it, almost in a whisper and scratched his forehead. Well, unlucky for him because I heard every single word he uttered!
I glared at him even with my senses blurry and raised my head just so I could look bolder to talk with anyone. “Wow! For your information, mister whoever you are, this place isn't only for you players!”
His eyes widened in a fraction because of my argument.
“But I thought...you're still dizzy?”
“Well, fact check, I am!” I exclaimed. “But I am not paralyzed enough to not talk and retort!”
“Okay, okay, chill.” he raised both his arms, as if surrendering. “Sorry too, we did not saw you. But, sorry as well because it's our fault that...”
My brows furrowed. “Your fault that?”
He licked his lower lip and pointed to my forehead. “Your forehead is swelling."
My eyes widened for the second time. This time, I tried to touch my forehead but it just freaking hurts! I badly wanted to cry. I badly wanted to scream in so much anger.
Damn it!
“We're very sorry,” he shyly said.
Again, I looked at him. But, the more my eyesight was getting clearer, the more I realized…that he was handsome. Probably good looking (as the right term).
Hair disheveled, mouth slightly parting, brown eyes, pointed nose, protruding red lips, jaw clenching, he looked so manly. Just like what I’ve written in the books. What I’ve described in my poems. He was an example. Totally aligned with his beauty!
The way his firm biceps moves, the way his veins show up on his bare arms because he’s wearing a fitted sweatshirt.
He offered a hand and without second thoughts, I grabbed it because it's obviously a once in a lifetime opportunity. He even was surprised and let out a small chuckle in the end while pulling me up.
Goodness, I could feel my heart beating so fast!
“By the way, I'm Elio Casimir Royo, miss.” he said and pulled my dirty hands towards his face and kissed the back of it. “You can call me Elias.”
His team players at the back were having their ‘yieee…’ moment, looking at us, while I could only look at him in great awe.
“My hands are dirty.” I said shyly and tried pulling my hand in a graceful manner. He smirked.
He might've noticed.
“And you are?”
“Emaline Liliana Gareon.” I bit my lower lip and tucked some of my small hairs on my ears.
“Nice to meet you then,”
He smiled at me before continuing.
“Lili.”
