​100-Word Story: Unspoken Words

“I love you,” I whispered to her ear. 

She’s sleepy yet she fights it. She’s still waiting for someone,  and she doesn’t know he’s already beside her. 

She curiously stared at me like I’m a stranger. I smiled sadly. For a moment she just studied my face before slowly smiling with misty eyes.

“I wish my son would also tell me that,” she whispered between labored breaths. 

I couldn’t help but silently cry. I never told her I love her before Alzheimer’s hit her,  and no matter how many times I utter those words now,  she wouldn’t remember me anymore.

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100-Word Story: Just Suicidal

She was okay. She had a happy family. She had friends— only few but enough. She had a normal life, laughing with her friends on their crazy days. She might be sad at times, yet she never cried. Nobody saw her shed tears. She was always happy. So when her lifeless body was found lying on her bed, with a note clutched in her hand, everyone was dumbfounded. They couldn’t believe. They didn’t want to believe. They didn’t notice her sad eyes when she smiled. They’ve  thought she was okay, but her note proved otherwise—she had always felt empty.

The Girl Who Moved On

I deleted his number then I changed mine.

I deactivated all my social media accounts.

I never ask our common friends about his whereabouts anymore.

I didn’t dare to look back. I dared to take a step forward instead.

I don’t even care whenever someone mentions his name because it became foreign to my ears.

I didn’t return the things he gave me — I burned them. All the letters, cards, stuff toys, even the petals of all the flowers he gave me which I carefully kept in a bottle. I got rid of them all.

I laugh with my friends like the way I usually do, while exchanging funny stories and jokes with them.

My world revolved like the way it normally did.

And I liked it better.

Because all I have to care about now is my own life, my career, my family, and my friends.

No complications, no pain, no heartbreaks but only good and bad days.

I woke up at 6 am.

I stood in front of my mirror.

I smiled and greeted the girl looking back at me a good morning.

Then I proceeded with my morning rituals, cooked bacon and eggs and made my coffee. I ate not in haste, but in a slow, careful manner. I wanted to enjoy my first breakfast alone after a long time. It’s the first day of me being alone since I already moved out from our home to rent an apartment nearer to my workplace. I  turned the  radio on and sang like I’m some sort of a rockstar.

It felt free. It felt fresh. It felt me.

I took a bath while dancing as the water from the shower meet my bathroom tiles and produced the beat I needed.

I chose a denim pencil skirt and white tank top to wear for this day.

A little bit of lipgloss and fresh powder, with my mascara on and tada! I’m off to go.

At work, I did all my tasks as fast and efficient as possible. I was practically smiling the whole day. I was humming a happy tune while encoding some documents my boss gave me. My workmates see me as a bubbly girl and I let them think of me that way.

I had such a perfect day.

I bid my workmates goodbye and hailed a taxi when I realized no one’s gonna pick me up anymore.

I looked outside the car window and enjoyed the view outside until my smile vanished at the sight of that place.

I got out of the car, paid my bill, and slowly walked towards that familiar place. My feet were heavy, and I could hear every footsteps I did.

The familiar scent of freshwater reached my senses as the river flowed below this bridge.

I felt the cold railings beneath my hands as a small smile crossed my lips. The evening air caressed my cheeks like it’s some sort of unspoken words of welcome.

A girl about my age suddenly stood beside me and held onto the railings like the way I did.

The only difference was that she’s crying hard, with smeared lipstick and mascara. She was mumbling words I could hardly understand. I looked away when she caught me staring. It was so rude of me, I know. So I turned away and started to walk away.

“Hey, are you going to jump off from this bridge?” Someone asked from behind.

Just to make sure he’s not referring to me, I turned my head to his direction.

He was talking to the girl I saw.

“So? Who cares if I do?” She asked, anger evident in her voice.

He looked lost at her question.

“Well, I don’t know one. Why don’t you try to jump so we could find out?” The boy shrugged.

The girl burst out laughing while the boy stayed at his ground, confused with her reaction.

“That’s the funniest line I’ve heard for today!” she laughed again, while wiping her tears.

My eyes were suddenly filled with tears until the two people in front of me became blurry. Their voices distant, until I could hear nothing but my own cries. It was me when I first met him. Here I am, pretending that everything’s just fine. Yet one look at this place brought all the memories back. Our first encounter. First date. First hug. First kiss. And my first heartbreak. All of them came back as if they’re too fresh to forget. He taught me how to live when I wanted to end my life. But then he became the reason I am dead inside now.

It’s been six months. Six months of pretense. Six months of empty feeling. Six months without him.

When he told me he didn’t love me anymore like he used to, I didn’t cry. I didn’t want him to know I was dying inside. I iust nodded and turned away. He didn’t even ran after me. He just let me go.

They say that time heals, but I guess not all things heal no matter how long it had passed. Sometimes, you just learn how to be familiar with the pain. You learn to fake every smile to let the world know that you’re okay. That you don’t need anyone to make you smile, or to check on you when you’re too engrossed with your job that you forget to eat or sleep, or somebody to walk you home when it’s late.

I guess some things aren’t supposed to be forgotten. And some feelings just won’t go. They would haunt the shit out of you. And I know I won’t be fine anymore. But somehow I can be okay. I hope.

Pagmumuni: Pangalawa

Normal na gabi ito para sa karamihan. Walang humpay sa pagbuhos ang trapiko kahit malalim na ang gabi. Nagkalat ang mga tambay sa kanto. Dinig na dinig ang huni ng di mawaring gamgam mula sa di kalayuan. Buhay na buhay ang mga ilaw sa lungsod na nagmistulang bituin sa lupa. Ang ihip ng hangin, na kahit pa hindi kasing lamig ng hangin sa maliit na bayang kanyang nilisan, ay nagdudulot pa rin ng magandang pakiramdam. May mangilan ngilan ring bituin sa langit. Dahil na rin siguro sa makapal na ulap kaya hindi makapagbigay ng ningning ang mga ito sa lumuluha niyang mga mata. Gayunpaman, normal na araw iyon, at walang may pakialam kung ano man ang kanyang nararamdaman.

“Ngunit ang buwan, hindi ko makita.” Sambit niya sa kanyang sarili na tila ba alam nito ang kasagutan.

Ang buwan. Na tanging kausap niya tuwing siya’y walang matakbuhan. Ang buwan na siyang nagbibigay kasagutan   sa kanyang mga tanong. Wala ito ngayon. Marahil ay napagod na rin siyang makinig sa mga walang kwenta kong hinaing. Mapait niyang naisip.

Muli niyang naramdaman ang pag iisa. Dito sa lungsod kung saan siya’y nag iisa’t walang masandalan. Dito kung saan hinarap niya ang mga pagsubok para sa kanyang ina. Ang kanyang ina na siya na lamang nag iisang motibasyon upang ipagpatuloy niya ang buhay.

Ang kayang ama’y matagal nang pumanaw. Nasa ikaapat na baitang pa lamang siya noon. Ngumiti siya ng mapait at saka naisip na hindi na niya maalala ang mukha ng kanyang ama ng ito’y nabubuhay pa. Palibhasa’y marami siyang ibang dapat isipin maliban dito.

Nang tumuntong siya ng hiskul ay unti unti namang nanghina ang kanyang ina. Nagkaroon ito ng kumplikasyon sa bato at dahil doon ay kailangan niyang tumigil sa pag aaral. Humingi sila ng tulong sa kanilang mga kamag anak, ngunit dumating din ang araw na isinumbat sa kanilang mag ina ang mga naging tulong ng mga ito.

Nagdesisyon siyang lumuwas ng kabilang bayan upang doon magtrabaho. Siya’y naging cashier sa isang department store. Naging maayos naman ang kanilang buhay hanggang sa dumating ang araw na iyon.

Sumikip ang kanyang dibdib at wari bang kinapos siya ng hininga. Hindi niya maipalawag ang dalamhating kanyang pinagdadaanan. Tumulo ang kanyang mga luha, ngunit hindi niya ito pinunasan. Hinayaan niyang bumuhos ang mga butil ng kanyang hinagpis hanggang sa mawala ang anumang emosyon na meron siya.

Dahan dahan siyang humakbang papalapit sa gilid ng gusali. Naramdaman niya na nasa dulo na siya. Isang hakbang pa’y matatapos na ang lahat. Bigkas niya sa kanyang isip.

Tumingala siya’t napangiti ng biglang makita ang buwan. Hindi man ito kumislap kagaya ng mga tala ay nasiyahan siya. Nagpakita ito ngayon. Siguro’y nais niyang magpaalam. Kung gayon ay matiwasay akong lilisan at tutungo sa lugar kung saan makakasama kong muli si inay. Napangiti siya sa kanyang naisip. Napakagandang pagkakataon ito upang ipaubaya sa hangin ang kanyang pasya. Naramdaman niya ang haplos ng hangin sa kanyang likod na tila ba sinasabi sa kanyang wala siyang dapat ikatakot. Marahan niyang ipinikit ang kanyang mga mata, ipinatong ang mga kamay kung saan naroroon ang tumitibok niyang puso, at walang pag aalinlangang humakbang patungo sa kawalan.

Tumingala siya’t pinagmasdan ang buwan at saka sinambit ang mga salitang matagal na niyang nais bitiwan.

“Ito na ang katapusan.”

100-word story: Illusive Dream

Your arms held me in an embrace as we lay on that pavement, and it felt so real. Your warmth enveloped my freezing soul. It felt so comfortable that I tightly held your hands that night like I would lose you anytime as a small smile played on my lips. We talked about stars. We talked about rain. We talked about almost everything. We were both listening to the sound of our heartbeats. But the sound of my alarm brought  me back to reality. Then all I could see was darkness. Suddenly it felt cold. Suddenly I was all alone.

My Darkest Valentine

My news feed is bursting with valentine craps. From people who seem trapped in love every freaking day to people who hate it more that others have found their halves than not having a high-paying job. I passed through pictures of couples greeting each other online. Why can’t they do it personally, eh? They’re just gonna break up, sooner or later — that’s all I’m sure of.  It happened to my parents, to my friends, to those I know, even those I don’t know, and I’m sure it would happen to them, too. Why do people put themselves in a situation that would only hurt them in the end? Oh, if only I have the ability to break them apart as early as I can, I could have saved them from greater pain. But then, I’m just ordinary, and I can’t even socialize well. I just scroll it down, trying to find something more interesting — for me, at least.

I got nothing to do. I’m jobless for the time being, and I’m just too fond of my current situation to find a new job. Maybe next week, yeah. All I want to do is lay down on my bed until I feel too lazy to sleep that I’d be forced to get up. Oh geez. What a life to have on a February. But then what’s the difference between February and any other month? They’re just the same, they all would pass and repeat.

I absentmindedly scrolled until this particular post from a certain Icarus caught my attention. It read,

“To you, who wants a dark valentine. Comment down and you’re up for a ride you’d never forget.”

I was like, what the heck? I laughed,  not because it’s funny, but because it’s just so weird. And who would want a dark valentine and ruin their fantasy of flowers and chocolates on that day? And since I’m one of the weirdest persons on earth (as what my  classmates/schoolmates during highschool and college address me. They believe I’m some kind of a witch.), I commented, “Yeah sure, what kind of ride is that? ”

The next thing I knew, I was traveling, and it’s not the ordinary travel anyone could get.  I was traveling in another dimension. Wait, am I time-traveling? I wasn’t sure. Well not before someone spoke.

“You can say that this is a time-travel, yeah.”

I turned to where the voice came from. I saw a man, er, how would I describe him? He’s good-looking. That’s all I can say. He was walking with his hands in his pocket. Wew. Looks like a scene from a movie, I thought.

When he was closer, I noticed his neck-level curly hair. Why does he have a more gorgeous hair than I do? His hair has blonde highlights,  but generally he has a coppery hair. I have a dull black hair.  He has fair skin, which instinctively caused me to glance to my arms. Oh, I’m kinda insecure. He’s much taller, yes, because I’m just five feet in height. I think this guy is a six-footer, more or less. He isn’t chubby, not slim, and not too masculine. He was wearing a simple white shirt and denim pants. My eyes landed on his face. He suddenly smiled and I think I just saw Jon Snow in him. With a different hair color. Wow.

“Looks like you’re enjoying the view, eh? He grinned.

“Oh ye – NO!” What was I saying?

He just tilted his head, and whispered something I wasn’t able to catch.

My eyebrows crossed. What did he say?

“It’s something I never intend to let you hear, Aziah.” Then he grinned.

A shuddering fear crept down my spine.

“How do you know my name?”

“Oh, I know a lot of things.” Still with his hands on his pocket, he added, “I even know what you’re thinking right now. You’re afraid of me.” His eyes turned pitch black intensely gazing at me, scrutinizing my soul, I guess.

“Well I can only read your thoughts,  not look into your soul.”

And he can read minds!

“Yes I can.” He nodded in agreement.

My heart started to race like hell. What did I get myself into?

“Don’t get too nervous yet, this ride hasn’t even started.”

“What do you mean ‘this ride’? I don’t get it,” I managed to ask.

He slowly reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers. I think my heart just skipped a beat. What the hell. He laughed. Oh, sh*t, I forgot, he can read my mind. How can I even stop talking inside my head? It’s my only talent. Geez. When his laughter subsided, he squeezed my hand for a second, to get my attention I guess.

“Don’t you remember? You asked for this. You wanted a dark valentine. I’m giving it to you. You can’t back out now.” He returned to being serious.

Our surrounding suddenly disheveled, forming another place. I gaped with what I saw. This is our house!

“Why are we here?” I turned to him.

“Don’t you miss your home?” He smiled.

“This isn’t my home. It’s hasn’t been since God knows when.” I frowned. Bad memories.

“Well why don’t we come in and find out why we are here?”
He took my hand and brought me inside the house. I saw my mom happily humming a song in the kitchen. She was preparing dinner. Right, I remember this. A little girl rushed to her and hugged her from her back. I covered my mouth with my hands. I can’t cry.

“Mommy, what’s for dinner?” The little girl asked.

“You’ll see, later baby Aziah. Now go call your dad upstairs. Tell him dinner is ready in five minutes. Okay?” She smiled sweetly. How I missed that.

The little girl who used to be me rushed upstairs shouting ‘daddy’ on her way up. Someone knocked on the door so my mom walked from the kitchen to our sala. I followed her, dragging this man holding my hand.

“I’m not just a ‘man’ Aziah. I have a name. It’s Icarus.” He said, dryly.

“Yeah, yeah, who cares what your name is.” I countered.

Suddenly I can’t take a step forward so I faced him.

“If you don’t like to walk, you better get your hands off me, you know,” I said, irritated.

Impatiently, I tried to grab my hands, but he wouldn’t let go. He just frowned.

“What?”

“You just hit a spot in my ego.” He said, pointing a finger to his chest. I just rolled my eyes. In movies or books, it seemed cute, but now that I see it, it’s not. It’s disgusting as hell.

“Okay I quit. Just stop with the ‘disgusting as hell’ in your head.” He let go of my hand.

I rushed to the sala and found my mom talking to a guy, maybe a delivery boy. I walked closer, trying figure out this scene. My eyes widened when the guy raised his head.

“Oh so you’ve seen me already.” Came his voice from my back.

“You’re the delivery boy. What were you doing at our house?” Curiosity kicks in.

“Just watch then you’d know.” He whispered in my ear.

The guy, which turned out to be Icarus, handed a brown envelope to my mom. She opened it immediately. Suddenly her eyes widened as a drop of tear escaped from her eyes. Her hands were shaking as she scanned through the papers. I walked closer, only to find out that my mom is holding pictures. Of my dad. With another girl. What the. So this is how it happened? I felt a rush of anger for Icarus. How dare he to ruin my family?

“I didn’t ruin anything. It was bound to happen. I just helped finish it as early as possible. So your mom won’t live in a relationship full of lies. So that she could make her own choice, whether to forgive your dad, or to leave him. It was still her decision that would matter.”

“And she chose to push my father away, all thanks to you.” I glared at him.

“You may not understand,  but your dad has been with his mistress for three years already and your mom didn’t know a thing. She thought everything was fine. Would you rather have her believing that everything is fine when your father keeps on cheating on her?” He asked, perplexed.

I did not answer him. He was right, though. But I can’t help but cry. My mom and dad separated, and nobody took me into custody, so I was raised by my grandparents.
Icarus once again held my hand. I just stood there wiping away my tears with my hand. When I raised my head, we were again in a different place.

“Isn’t this Vince and Mari’s place?” I whispered to myself.

Icarus just stood beside me, without uttering a word. Maybe he’s contemplating. Suddenly a man came — which I’m sure is Icarus  — who opened a laptop on the table. We were inside Vince’s study room. He switched it on and started  pressing several keys on the keyboard. When he was done, he just disappeared.

Wow, he got some powers.

“Yes I do. You’d like that too?”

I just rolled my eyes.

A minute later, Mari came calling Vince’s name. When no one responded, she checked the laptop and gaped.

“No this can’t be!” she said in a hushed tone.

“I am not going to marry a man who’s broke!” She hissed.

She rushed outside the study, grabbed her things and made her way out. So this is why she broke up with Vince? I thought she said he was cheating on her! I even cursed and yelled at Vince when Mari came crying to me. What the heck. We were fooled!

“Vince wasn’t really broke,  I just made it seem like it. Because Mari wanted nothing but his money.” Icarus explained.

“I can’t believe her!” Was the only thing I was able to say.

He brought me to several places and showed me how other couples broke up. Some just wanted space, some just fell out of love. But in every single situation, Icarus was there to make the break up possible.

“There’s one last place we haven’t visited yet.”

He held me and off we went to a new place. This looks really familiar. Are we in the past or are we —

“In a coming future,  yes Aziah.” He stated, finishing  my thoughts. “And we are in your bestfriend’s place.”

“Shiara’s place?” He nodded.

“Why are we here?” I asked, arms crossed.

“This is going to be your first assignment as a dark valentine,” He smiled sadly.

“Who said I’m going to be like you?” I challenged.

His eyes softened.

“You wanted this, Aziah. I’m sorry but you can’t back out. You’re bound to be just like me.”

Anger filled my mind. How dare he decide regarding my life?

“I’m not going to break other people’s relationship! Why can’t they just break up on their own? No, I won’t become like you! That wouldn’t happen! This is just a dream and you are just a dream!”

“You wanted to break them apart as early as possible to save them from greater pain, right? This is your chance to do that. Hey, look at me.” He said, holding my shoulders. He raised my chin using his hand. His pitch black eyes turned to dark brown, showing concern and regret.

I did say that in my thoughts but I never thought this would actually happen. And seeing those people weeping because of their lost love, I don’t think I can take part on their heartbreaks. I won’t do that.
I fiercely shook my head, closed my eyes and covered my ears with my hands. ‘This is just a dream. This is just a dream’. I kept chanting those words until his voice sounded deep and fainted.

“Aziah.”

I was breathing heavily as cold sweat rushed down on my cheeks. I stared long at the ceiling, trying to calm myself. It was nothing but a weird dream, thanks God. When I was feeling better, I took a bath and let the cool water relax me.

Later that night before going to bed, I checked my facebook account,  just to update myself. I scrolled it down until a new status update popped on my wall.

‘It wasn’t a dream Aziah. And you can’t hide from your destiny. You are bound to become a dark Valentine. You are bound to end up like me.’

— Icarus

(End)

MY DARKEST VALENTINE

happy_dark_valentine__s_day_by_hardgalvan-d399p10My news feed is bursting with valentine craps. From people who seem trapped in love every freaking day to people who hate it more that others have found their halves than not having a high-paying job. I passed through pictures of couples greeting each other online. Why can’t they do it personally, eh? They’re just gonna break up, sooner or later — that’s all I’m sure of. It happened to my parents, to my friends, to those I know, even those I don’t know, and I’m sure it would happen to them, too. Why do people put themselves in a situation that would only hurt them in the end? Oh, if only I have the ability to break them apart as early as I can, I could have saved them from greater pain. But then, I’m just ordinary, and I can’t even socialize well. I just scroll it down, trying to find something more interesting — for me, at least.

I got nothing to do. I’m jobless for the time being, and I’m just too fond of my current situation to find a new job. Maybe next week, yeah. All I want to do is lay down on my bed until I feel too lazy to sleep that I’d be forced to get up. Oh geez. What a life to have on a February. But then what’s the difference between February and any other month? They’re just the same, they all would pass and repeat.

I absentmindedly scrolled until this particular post from a certain Icarus caught my attention. It read,

“To you, who wants a dark valentine. Comment down and you’re up for a ride you’d never forget.”

I was like, what the heck? I laughed, not because it’s funny, but because it’s just so weird. And who would want a dark valentine and ruin their fantasy of flowers and chocolates on that day?

And since I’m one of the weirdest persons on earth (as what my classmates/schoolmates during highschool and college address me. They believe I’m some kind of a witch.), I commented, “Yeah sure, what kind of ride is that? ”

The next thing I knew, I was traveling, and it’s not the ordinary travel anyone could get. I was traveling in another dimension. Wait, am I time-traveling? I wasn’t sure. Well not before someone spoke.

“You can say that this is a time-travel, yeah.”

I turned to where the voice came from. I saw a man, er, how would I describe him? He’s good-looking. That’s all I can say. He was walking with his hands in his pocket. Wew. Looks like a scene from a movie, I thought.

When he was closer, I noticed his neck-level curly hair. Why does he have a more gorgeous hair than I do? His hair has blonde highlights, but generally he has a coppery hair. I have a dull black hair. He has fair skin, which instinctively caused me to glance to my arms. Oh, I’m kinda insecure. He’s much taller, yes, because I’m just five feet in height. I think this guy is a six-footer, more or less. He isn’t chubby, not slim, and not too masculine. He was wearing a simple white shirt and denim pants. My eyes landed on his face. He suddenly smiled and I think I just saw Jon Snow in him. With a different hair color. Wow.

“Looks like you’re enjoying the view, eh? He grinned.

“Oh ye – NO!” What was I saying?

He just tilted his head, and whispered something I wasn’t able to catch.

My eyebrows crossed. What did he say?

“It’s something I never intend to let you hear, Aziah.” Then he grinned.

A shuddering fear crept down my spine.

“How do you know my name?”

“Oh, I know a lot of things.” Still with his hands on his pocket, he added, “I even know what you’re thinking right now. You’re afraid of me.” His eyes turned pitch black intensely gazing at me, scrutinizing my soul, I guess.

“Well I can only read your thoughts, not look into your soul.”

And he can read minds!

“Yes I can.” He nodded in agreement.

My heart started to race like hell. What did I get myself into?

“Don’t get too nervous yet, this ride hasn’t even started.”

“What do you mean ‘this ride’? I don’t get it,” I managed to ask.

He slowly reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers. I think my heart just skipped a beat. What the hell. He laughed. Oh, sh*t, I forgot, he can read my mind. How can I even stop talking inside my head? It’s my only talent. Geez. When his laughter subsided, he squeezed my hand for a second, to get my attention I guess.

“Don’t you remember? You asked for this. You wanted a dark valentine. I’m giving it to you. You can’t back out now.” He returned to being serious.

Our surrounding suddenly disheveled, forming another place. I gaped with what I saw. This is our house!

“Why are we here?” I turned to him.

“Don’t you miss your home?” He smiled.

“This isn’t my home. It’s hasn’t been since God knows when.” I frowned. Bad memories.

“Well why don’t we come in and find out why we are here?”

He took my hand and brought me inside the house. I saw my mom happily humming a song in the kitchen. She was preparing dinner. Right, I remember this. A little girl rushed to her and hugged her from her back. I covered my mouth with my hands. I can’t cry.

“Mommy, what’s for dinner?” The little girl asked.

“You’ll see, later baby Aziah. Now go call your dad upstairs. Tell him dinner is ready in five minutes. Okay?” She smiled sweetly. How I missed that.

The little girl who used to be me rushed upstairs shouting ‘daddy’ on her way up. Someone knocked on the door so my mom walked from the kitchen to our sala. I followed her, dragging this man holding my hand.

“I’m not just a ‘man’ Aziah. I have a name. It’s Icarus.” He said, dryly.

“Yeah, yeah, who cares what your name is.” I countered.

Suddenly I can’t take a step forward so I faced him.

“If you don’t like to walk, you better get your hands off me, you know,” I said, irritated.

Impatiently, I tried to grab my hands, but he wouldn’t let go. He just frowned.

“What?”

“You just hit a spot in my ego.” He said, pointing a finger to his chest. I just rolled my eyes. In movies or books, it seemed cute, but now that I see it, it’s not. It’s disgusting as hell.

“Okay I quit. Just stop with the ‘disgusting as hell’ in your head.” He let go of my hand.

I rushed to the sala and found my mom talking to a guy, maybe a delivery boy. I walked closer, trying figure out this scene. My eyes widened when the guy raised his head.

“Oh so you’ve seen me already.” Came his voice from my back.

“You’re the delivery boy. What were you doing at our house?” Curiosity kicks in.

“Just watch then you’d know.” He whispered in my ear.

The guy, which turned out to be Icarus, handed a brown envelope to my mom. She opened it immediately. Suddenly her eyes widened as a drop of tear escaped from her eyes. Her hands were shaking as she scanned through the papers. I walked closer, only to find out that my mom is holding pictures. Of my dad. With another girl. What the. So this is how it happened? I felt a rush of anger for Icarus. How dare he to ruin my family?

“I didn’t ruin anything. It was bound to happen. I just helped finish it as early as possible. So your mom won’t live in a relationship full of lies. So that she could make her own choice, whether to forgive your dad, or to leave him. It was still her decision that would matter.”

“And she chose to push my father away, all thanks to you.” I glared at him.

“You may not understand, but your dad has been with his mistress for three years already and your mom didn’t know a thing. She thought everything was fine. Would you rather have her believing that everything is fine when your father keeps on cheating on her?” He asked, perplexed.

I did not answer him. He was right, though. But I can’t help but cry. My mom and dad separated, and nobody took me into custody, so I was raised by my grandparents.

Icarus once again held my hand. I just stood there wiping away my tears with my hand. When I raised my head, we were again in a different place.

“Isn’t this Vince and Mari’s place?” I whispered to myself.

Icarus just stood beside me, without uttering a word. Maybe he’s contemplating. Suddenly a man came — which I’m sure is Icarus — who opened a laptop on the table. We were inside Vince’s study room. He switched it on and started pressing several keys on the keyboard. When he was done, he just disappeared.

Wow, he got some powers.

“Yes I do. You’d like that too?”

I just rolled my eyes.

A minute later, Mari came calling Vince’s name. When no one responded, she checked the laptop and gaped.

“No this can’t be!” she said in a hushed tone.

“I am not going to marry a man who’s broke!” She hissed.

She rushed outside the study, grabbed her things and made her way out. So this is why she broke up with Vince? I thought she said he was cheating on her! I even cursed and yelled at Vince when Mari came crying to me. What the heck. We were fooled!

“Vince wasn’t really broke, I just made it seem like it. Because Mari wanted nothing but his money.” Icarus explained.

“I can’t believe her!” Was the only thing I was able to say.

He brought me to several places and showed me how other couples broke up. Some just wanted space, some just fell out of love. But in every single situation, Icarus was there to make the break up possible.

“There’s one last place we haven’t visited yet.”

He held me and off we went to a new place. This looks really familiar. Are we in the past or are we —

“In a coming future, yes Aziah.” He stated, finishing my thoughts. “And we are in your bestfriend’s place.”

“Shiara’s place?” He nodded.

“Why are we here?” I asked, arms crossed.

“This is going to be your first assignment as a dark valentine,” He smiled sadly.

“Who said I’m going to be like you?” I challenged.

His eyes softened.

“You wanted this, Aziah. I’m sorry but you can’t back out. You’re bound to be just like me.”

Anger filled my mind. How dare he decide regarding my life?

“I’m not going to break other people’s relationship! Why can’t they just break up on their own? No, I won’t become like you! That wouldn’t happen! This is just a dream and you are just a dream!”

“You wanted to break them apart as early as possible to save them from greater pain, right? This is your chance to do that. Hey, look at me.” He said, holding my shoulders. He raised my chin using his hand. His pitch black eyes turned to dark brown, showing concern and regret.

I did say that in my thoughts but I never thought this would actually happen. And seeing those people weeping because of their lost love, I don’t think I can take part on their heartbreaks. I won’t do that.

I fiercely shook my head, closed my eyes and covered my ears with my hands. ‘This is just a dream. This is just a dream’. I kept chanting those words until his voice sounded deep and fainted.

“Aziah.”

I was breathing heavily as cold sweat rushed down on my cheeks. I stared long at the ceiling, trying to calm myself. It was nothing but a weird dream, thanks God. When I was feeling better, I took a bath and let the cool water relax me. Later that night before going to bed, I checked my facebook account, just to update myself. I scrolled it down until a new status update popped on my wall.

‘It wasn’t a dream Aziah. And you can’t hide from your destiny. You are bound to become a dark Valentine. You are bound to end up like me.’

— Icarus

(End)

100-Word Story: Heartbeats

I have special powers. I can hear people’s heartbeats at a maximum distance of fifty meters. And through their heartbeats I could decipher their deepest desires – love, lust, money.

Most people, if not all, have darkest the hunger for material things. Every day I get to hear hundreds of heartbeats but they all cry out for the same cravings.

But there’s one man who seems to be exempted from my ability — my boss.

Today I tried again, but I couldn’t hear a sound.

Only then I’ve realized two possibilities.

One, he doesn’t have a heart; or two, he’s the Ironman.