CLYONE I closed my eyes tightly as I feel the music in my ears. Geeze. The message of this song is just accurate. It feels like the song was certainly and personally made for the polaroids sticked to your room.  Sigh. Hundreds of memories in just a week, eh? That's quite fast. You just put in mind that every second, every minute, every hour and every day matters. We can't waste a single second. You made sure we will do something memorable each seconds and minutes that would pass. I'm amazed. I bit my bottom lip as I listened more to a certain verse from the song. Yes, I guess. That's the purpose or rather your goal for the photos you took that week. So, wherever I go and whatever I do, as long as your photo is inside my pocket, I can feel you beside me. I don't have you by literal presence, but at least, I have a photo that can remind me of you. But I still prefer to have you literally beside me. I still feel alone and will only stop feeling so o

CLYONE I scoop a spoon full of pudding on the container in my hand, then faced you with it. You opened your mouth and allowed me put the pudding inside your empty mouth to fill it. We are currently in a break in karaoke to eat another batch of snacks, though we just finished our lunch. It doesn't seem enough for both of us, I guess, because despite of the massive container filled with pudding, the one I scooped for you was the last already. "Did you buy chocolates?" you asked and threw me a quick glance before you diverted it back to your phone, chewing the pudding inside. You're back is comfortably laid at the couch as your feet rested at the top of the table, not bothered that the plates and containers we used during lunch were scattered on it.  "A lot. You want me to get some?" I answered as I looked over you while placing the now empty container at the table. I, then, brought my feet on the ground and prepared of getting off the couch. "Yes,

CLYONE I am currently scanning through the song book as I was looking for a song that could be sing by two persons when I felt your frigid hands touched my right arm. I instantly turned my head over you. I smiled and raised both of my brows when I was greeted by your brows arched dramatically as you sang the song that just started. "Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you?" I couldn't help, but smile by how you copied the deepness of the voice of Elvis Presly, the one who sings the song you are currently listening to. "There's no wrong or right. Just love me. That's all," I wisphered as my eyes remained on you, afraid that I might interrupt your singing for the nth time if I'll scream it right through your ear. You let out a small laugh that was caught on the microphone which made it audible enough for the neighbors who are passing by i

CLYONE "You know what? We had sing enough," you blurted which caused me to look up on you. We are currently seated on the same spots on the couch next to each other. We just finished another song and were currently looking for a new one when you suddenly slammed the other half of the book to close it. My brows, then, raised as my lips formed into a tiny pout. I wonder what suddenly made you stop. But somehow in someway, I am glad that you now have plans to stop since my jaws are already tired. Geeze. How many songs did we even blast to disturb all the peaceful yards of the neighbors? I hope they won't make us leave when they saw us. Harsh compliments will be enough. Pfft. "So, you want to stop?" I asked as I placed my right arm at the top of the backrest as I faced you. I even placed my other leg at the top of the couch when I did so. Without a word, you nodded with a slight smile formed in your lips. Now, it was my turn to plaster a smile in my lips.

CLYONEI am currently filling a big transparent bowl with a bunch pieces of meat of the chicken curry from the cauldron beside me here in the island when I felt a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. A smile free from confusion and terrifying feeling plastered in my lips as my head turned to face you. There, your face greeted me with your eyes focused with the dish infront of us."How do you feel? Much better?" you asked. You, soon, averted your eyes on me after you said the question. Then, I nodded as an answer and couldn't help, but let out a tiny giggle as I do so.It just feels so good to be free from that chaos. It feels like something invisible that had been suffocating me for two days had finally leave the body it was attached too. It feels like I've became a prison of a chaotic smothering, but they had finally set me free. It just feels nice that I have nothing to worry about and to think of anymore. Nothing, but the euphoria and blissful compathy I am