Sick
The wind hurled against the dusty wooden window of the shop as I stared at the Jane Austen book in my hands. It's the soul-piercing story of Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth from Persuasion.
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever – Jane Austen
My focus on the tale has been long forgotten. I laid down my small bed, legs dangling at the end, and my eyes darted to the ceiling. Old, dusty, but calm. Like nothing can ever destroy the peace in this place. But even in the calm waters, danger lies underneath it all – waiting to ambush you from miles away or from meters below where you're standing at.
However, my mind is far from calm. It's twisted – muddled a
Second home"Sapphire, do you need anything dear? I'm about to go to the neighboring town," Sapphire's father knocked on her bedroom door. "No Papa, you can go now. Stay safe, please," She told him while the white floral bed cushions devoured her body and soul."There's soup downstairs, okay?" Her father worried.Sapphire nodded in response, even though her father can't see her.A few minutes passed by, she went towards the window and saw that Dom's truck was coming forward to
LiarAnother day passed, and I've finally decided to go out. There's no avoiding it. I have finally came into conclusion that I can't avoid him. No matter how hard I try. He has this magnet attached to him, pulling me closer and closer until I can't resist anymore.I stepped out of our front door, and the morning sunlight greeted me. Holding a book in my hand, I strolled down the path surrounded by deep verdant green plants. The next thing I knew, I was walking beside the fields again, towards my favorite spot.I sat under the oak tree, relishing the peace and tranquility it radiates fr
IntentionsI was arranging some of the items on the shelf when I heard a tender ringing of the antique bell, signalling that someone just walked in. I placed old chimes at the top of the store's door so that I wouldn't be too surprised when someone goes in The last experience I had was quite...traumatic."Hey! You're back!" Caleb joyously beamed and walked towards me."You missed me, do you?" I laughed. Caleb chuckled and went behind the counter too. "Yeah, I sure did..." He playfully said. I slowly turned to him and grinned. I missed my best friend, of course!
InfatuatedHow does one know if they really, really, really like person? All night, I've been re-reading romance novels I've read. Jane Austen, F. Scott Fitzgerald, even William Shakespeare. All of the things I've read brought me to one ridiculous hypothesis."I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun." – Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen)From observation, I think it's time to experiment and prove this thesis statement of mine.
PhaseThe same thing happened on Sunday. We went to Canterbury again and helped Papa buy and sell goods. It was a normal day – a productive one. And I actually helped this time! It's starting to be a new normal for me to feel those metaphorical butterflies in my stomach, along with the constant racing of my heart like an athlete during a marathon – whenever I'm alone with Dom. There's really this aura that pulls me closer and closer to him.Now, I'm waiting for him to come. The winds gingerly brushed my hair as I sat on the shop's three-step staircase. The beautiful sun bid me goodbye as the truck I've been accustomed to approached nearer and nearer, until it finally stopped.
PartnersIt's been a few weeks now. A month actually. The scene here in Canterbury seems to remain unchanged. The routine Dom and I have was still the same, and the intensity of how I feel for him never faltered. Dom and I are sitting at the sofa. He was at the other end, reading another book I recommended, while I was starting a new book. I felt distracted by his presence. After every paragraph, I would just glance at him for a second."Have you...dated anyone before?" I asked him. He's such an intriguing person. It itched me to know if he had a girlfriend before. After months of silence, I feel like I can freely ask him questions like this.
Love-makingI was staring off into the dark sky when Papa called me."Sapphire, dinner's ready!"I immediately went away from the window and walked towards the dining area. Papa placed a bowl of mushroom stew, potatoes and beans on the table. We began eating our last meal of the day and my thoughts kept drifting to what Dom said."I'm loyal. Only to you. So stop saying I have women when you're my only woman."&n
MarriageI woke up quite early than I normally do, even though it's a weekday.I'll see him again.I think this is Dom's effect on me. Why is he so...good with words?Does he like me?That can't be. Judging from the girls in Canterbury, why would he like me? Am I being too presumptuous? He probably likes mature, curvier and older women! So