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Joy! I'm a Creature Banana

Marj/Marjoured/ Glenda. Born on October 11, 1990. Certified Libra. A Fourth year student. Wannabe Atenean, Thomasian, Fighting Maroon, Lasallian. Loner. Misunderstood. Certified Bookworm. Likes all subjects except PHYSICS. Has a distant past. Frequents all the so-called "MASA" places. Has a short temper and one-track mind that goes well together. Word lover, number hater.The so-called "shock absorber" of the class. More?

Well, I decided to start off this article with a background of my short-spanned and illustrious career as a student cum writer...

Well, I had this serious encounter in writing since my elementary years. "Class, write something about your summer vacation.", "Class, write something about your pet." , "Class, write something about nature." The versatility is endless. I must admit, I don't like writing so much. I always ran out of ideas to write about.

Well, when I was in Grade 4, I wrote something about my fantasy vacation. And my teacher in English liked what I wrote. She was the one who encouraged me to write. Up to this day, I thank her for giving me the chance.

My teachers, well some of them, like the essays I write. They always give me praises for my works. I must admit, if weren't for them, I would've threw my manuscripts into the trash can and let the dump read it.

Of course, I also have my share of frustrations in this field. When I joined a writing club, I admit that I'm not a good writer. I always get criticized for my work. I don't really liked being criticized. I almost quitted if not for my friend who encouraged me.

When I went to high school, I had completely forgotten about writing. I only write for requirement and not for passion, as I always did before.

So why I'm telling you this? Well, I want to clarify some things up...

Well, the reason why I write is to "exorcise the demon in me." Quite confusing isn't it? Well, I write to satisfy the longings of my heart that I never experienced before...Mainly, out of what I hear and what I feel during that particular moment.

A writer's "personal demons" are the brainchild behind every countless story, essay, poem, manuscript, book or novel.

"A writer is a victim of a curse which for ordinary people the only cure is a bath."
-Bob Ong

Well of course, there are times when I'm required to pass formal themes for English class. And I admit, it's the worst-case scenario I've ever been into...

Well as I have said earlier, I hate being criticized. And formal themes are the most heavily bombarded with criticism or worse, corrections... Of course when I write, I put into consideration my grammar skills as well as the literary sense. That's why I'm disappointed. I tried everything, I set my mind into it and yet, I'm still bad-mouthed and criticized.

Well, of course we hate those who criticize our works but we need them. So if you cannot accept being corrected, then writing is not the profession for you...Many people thought that writers are the most arrogant people but it's the opposite.

Writers are the most heavily affected by rejection and failure compared to other people. The Door-to-door salesmen, when they are being ignored by people, they know that only the product, not them is the problem. But when writers get rejected, they are rejected because of their ability.

Many famous writers suffered great humiliation before their works were accepted. And of course, critics were next in their list of tormentors. But, what's important is you have readers that you can give your inspiration to.

"Write for them, not for the critics."

I walk through the dusty path.

I walk with faith.

I walk with conviction.

I trudged the dusty path to the town cemetery. It was nighttime, and I thought a walk around would be fine. I was in low spirits since that fateful night and I think I ought to stretch my legs...

---

All changed in the span of one night.

They say a first night spoils everything.

It was true. It was a lesson learned, the painful way.

---

It was a fine school day. I was having some quiet time to myself one afternoon. I watched rather sadly as birds fluttered by my arm. I stared at the birds then I fed them some rice grains that I always bring for this purpose. As I watch the sun set in the horizon, I felt rather melancholic, like I was expecting something to happen...

At that time, I thought I was enjoying this view all to myself.

Until someone touched my hand.

I immediately jumped aside, and my first instinct was to slap that person. But I was shocked.

It was you.

I don't know what I would feel. You approached and asked if it's ok to sit with me. I frantically said yes.

I felt as if my heart skipped a beat. The opportunity to sit with you, was too much to miss...

You sit beside me. We both looked at the sky. The moon began to shine serenely above us. You commented about how bright the moon is. I continued to stare at your wonderful face. It was like a dream. I slapped myself, thinking that it was all a dream.

Suddenly, you grabbed my hand. And to my surprise, you put it against your cheek. I was so overwhelmed...

Then, I began to act upon my instincts.

I took your hand. I kissed it tenderly. I feel you shudder slightly. But when I was finished, you brought your hand to your cheek to stroke it. I was so happy...

I stroked your hair tenderly. It was the first time I ever touched you intimately. You smiled at me. Then, I decided to take things one step further.

I held your face close to me. I admit, I was so nervous, then I decided to go for it.

I brought my lips to yours. I gently kissed you for a few moments before I pull back and put my arm around you. You smiled and planted a kiss on my cheek. I returned your kiss, and I rested my cheek on your ears. You giggled, and caressed my cheek with your cheek. I grinned and poked your side, in an attempt to tickle you. You squirmed around a little. I laughed as I combed your hair and planted a kiss on your forehead. You crooned as you returned the kiss. I chuckled and I leaned to press a kiss to your lips again. You kissed back and you blushed. I murmured through the kiss as i tried to your wrists. I whispered, "Grip." You felt the strong grip and I felt as if your heart had just skipped a beat.

I move up my hand to your face, placing both of them to your cheeks and gently caressing the flesh as I deepen the kiss...

I whispered, "Can we go beyond friendship?"

My face fell when I heard your reply.

"I'm sorry, but we can't. You know, I also felt the same way towards you...But, I need to have some time to myself. You know I am still recovering from a broken relationship. So, I am really sorry. We can't go beyond that."

I withdraw my gaze from you. It was like I was poured cold water on my face.
Tears started to flow from my eyes like rain.

It was then I noticed that it was raining.

I looked to my side but you already disappeared.

I sighed heavily. I decided to wait for the rain to pass before I went home.

As I went home, I was so ashamed of myself. To think that I professed my love to my own best friend. I was so angry at myself for doing it. I know, I don't have the nerve to face you.

Suddenly, I heard frantic noises overhead. I scurried over to the source of the noise.

I was shocked at what I saw.

Your house is on fire.

I was so frantic, I don't know what to do. I saw your mother crying. She told me you went inside the burning house as though you had gone insane. I almost wanted to go after you but the firemen said that it was no use.

You died in the fire. I practically blame myself for what happened.

I can never say to you how much I love you anymore.

And that night poisoned everything.

---

I entered the gates. The caretaker greeted me. I merely nodded at him.

Soon, I found your grave. It was a nice spot. It faced a large farmland, which is very calm. I sighed as I put the flowers I brought beside your grave. Then I sat on the grass and stared into space...It's your birthday, and I hummed Happy Birthday while looking at the sunrise...

As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...

Epilogue

The rain stopped. The clouds cleared up and the moon is visible again. The only sounds that could be heard are the chirping of crickets and the occasional rustling of the wind. It is over. The damage is done. There is no way to reverse it.

I walk out of my hiding place. You are so scared about what had just transpired, you fell asleep by my side. I start to walk towards the two corpses. When I reached the spot, I can only do nothing but stare at how fate has caused this tragedy. It is 1 o’clock in the morning. I should be at home, sleeping. Instead, I am here shedding some light into this case.

I walked to where the bodies are. And after much hesitation, I carefully turned over the body of the murderer and laid it beside the victim. This deed alone is enough to make one sick. I checked their heartbeat. It stopped already. They are no longer breathing. I declared them officially dead. I really hate myself so much, it makes me sick. I know that I should’ve done something. Instead, I just waited for death to ravage them and take their lives away.

Upon closer inspection, the murderer is a girl.

My suspicions were correct.

But it is too late.

I pounded my fist on the ground. I continued this until my fists were bleeding. I really blame myself for what had happened. Suddenly, I felt a hand gripping my shoulder.

Your hand.

Don’t blame yourself, you say, it’s not your fault.

I was so overcome with grief, I did not answer.

Shall we call your father? You ask.

I looked at you intently. Then slowly, I nodded.

You get your cell phone and dialed the number of the police station. I took no notice.

When suddenly, I remembered the diary.

I frantically scanned all the pages. It doesn’t matter what I might find but all I want to do is find something.

Another entry? This entry was not here before, I thought.

But, I said to myself, maybe I overlooked it.

I read this very last entry with trembling hands. It seemed like it was hurriedly scrawled into the diary, that’s why it has a big chance of being overlooked.

April 2, 2006

Just came from the doctor. Not really a bearer of good news. I contracted TB and worse of all, since it has been years since I last saw a doctor so complications developed. The doctors predicted I might die anytime if symptoms worsened.

Well, I got to carry on with my plan.

This is the only way I can think of.

To be with you until the end.

Thank you for coming into my life.

Goodbye.

As you shed your tears, don’t ever look back…

-END-

As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...Part 6

Part 6

I shivered as I read this last entry. It shed light on this murder. I now understand the motive of the suspect. And I know now that the diary belonged to him. I looked at my watch. Its almost 11 o’clock in the evening. I immediately ran to the room where you are sleeping.

But, you’re not there.

Even my jacket is gone.

I ran out of the room, searching for you. I searched all the rooms, but you were nowhere to be found. Lots of things kept flashing in my mind like the murderer found you and took you as hostage or you were murdered on the spot. I tried to push these thoughts out of my mind as I tried to find you.

To my relief, I found you leaning at the ledge, staring down below.

Hey, I shouted, where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.

You just looked at me, the jacket draped over your shoulders.

Look down, you say.

With some hesitation, I looked down.

I saw two people; one lying on the ground, the other I think is staring at the person on the ground. They were under a large tree. I saw the sky darkening. The clouds were covering up the moon.

Then suddenly, it rained.

It rained so hard; I can hardly see what is going on downstairs. You suggested that we should go down. I agreed. I went back to the room where we stayed and took my overnight bag with me.

It is almost midnight. We madly dash downstairs to the lobby. We are oh so close to solving this crime. When we finally reached the lobby, I never felt so much excited in my whole life. We picked a hidden vantage point in the lobby to hide so that he or she might not see us.

We watched what happened next.

The person continued to stare at the girl’s body. Rain continued to lash in their faces. We watched closely as it placed a flower on the girl’s chest. Then it nodded in deep solemnity as it surveyed the damage done.

Suddenly, the person coughed violently. It vomited a lot of blood. You looked away, not wanting to see what will happen next. I tried to take a closer look. Then the person almost collapsed. It knelt in front of the victim’s face. It bowed down and looked at the face of the one he or she has killed. It stared unblinkingly at the victim’s eyes.

Then it kissed the victim’s cold lips.

After doing so, it collapsed on the victim’s body. It died on the spot.

All these things I have witnessed in my own eyes.

And it haunted me terribly.

(Epilogue at a later release…)

As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...

Part 5

I know, I’m almost there.

Those were my thoughts as I rifled through the pages of the diary. I do believe that we are progressing through our investigation. My dad’s operative called me up on my cell phone and told me the results:

Gun
-License expired at 4/3/2006

Swiss army knife
- Initials found at the blade base: F.A

Set of blades
-Same initials found

Kick pad and shin guards
-The name of the training center is found on the items.
-Called up training center and found out that the said items were missing since 4/1/2006.

Hand grenades
-Smuggled from an armory in Camp Crame 3/31/2006

I noted all of these findings on my notepad. After he hung up, I studied all that I found out. And it seemed to me that whoever it is must have carefully planned the crime.

I opened the diary to the very last page. I was shocked to find another entry.
It went on like this:

April 1, 2006

I am currently preparing the things I need. To make this plan work, I must be very careful.

I have no choice but this is the only thing I could think of.

To be with you again.

I can still remember how I first met you at school. The way you laugh, the way you talk, the way you smile, the way our eyes would meet, and I can remember it vividly.

I can still remember our first valentine’s day together, how you were amazed at my gifts delivered by the First Year students. I can still remember our first kiss, when I kissed you and you returned the favor. I can still remember out first “I Will Miss You” when vacation time started.

I can still remember how you hugged me when you told me you’d never commit suicide again. I wish I could hug you like that again…

Of course, the telephone conversations. I can vividly remember it. We talk for hours on the phone until midnight. We cover a lot of topics such as everyday school activities to being in love.

You never imagined how happy I am when you had become my lover…

But everything changed.

One rainy day, you broke up with me.

I can still remember how you held my hand then suddenly you pulled it away from me…

I can still hear myself asking you, what about us?

I can still hear those words you said to me,

“There can’t be an ‘us’…”

I fully absorbed the impact of those words.

“This is the end…my road ends here…yours is still going…don’t waste your time on me…go…your life would go on…leave me be…I…I will…I will miss you…”

Then you walked away.

I wish I just never saw you leave from me…

(Part 6 at a later release…)

As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...

Part 4

As I browsed through the diary’s pages, I noticed that after the Feb. 4 entry, she stopped writing after that. I start to wonder what kind of relationship did the owner have with this particular person. Maybe, I thought, I won’t get any more clues after this. I almost start to give up when I came across another entry:

March 3, 2006

I thought you love me but why did you leave me? Why did you not defend me?
I asked you that and you looked down and said, “Because I love you.”
I did not answer but I tightened my grip on your shoulder.
I suddenly released my grip because it pained me.
You kneeled on the ground and pounded your fists against it.
As I start to walk away, I realized what kind of a fool I am, loving you
Then suddenly, I turned back and said these last words,

“As you shed your tears don’t ever look back.”

I close the diary with a sigh. So this is how everything had turned out for these two souls. I pity them so much. I know that life is so harsh on them. Maybe their families won’t allow their relationship to go on or maybe they had a lover’s quarrel.

But something’s not definitely right.

I look at the handwriting carefully. Then I took my hand glass and peered through it. I tried to dust for fingerprints but I didn’t get a single inkling on who the owner might be. So I decided to make notes about it. I took my notepad and my pen and started scribbling.

Crime committed

When: April 3, 2006
Where: High School building, Wuthering Heights Academy
Evidences gathered:

Before I wrote my evidences down, I took a pair of large tongs and some clear plastic from my overnight bag. I started picking up the evidences as I noted them in my notepad.

ü Set of blades
ü Shin guards
ü Kick pad
ü Victorinox Swiss army knife
ü Stick of glue
ü Bloodstained handkerchief
ü Diary

And when I came into the place where I last seen the murderer, I saw something that made me shiver.

ü .45 caliber handgun
ü Hand grenades

It seemed that the murderer is well prepared, I thought. After I gathered up all the evidences, I called my father’s most trusted operative on my cell phone to come to the school to pick up the evidences. After 5 minutes, we met at the lobby of the school and I gave him all that I found. After he left, I went back to the building.

I did not give the diary yet because I believe that it will be the key to solving the mystery.

I opened the diary again and used my hand glass to study the entries. Using all that I’ve learned about studying handwriting, I studied the handwriting carefully. This is what I found out:

Slight curve to the left-person is an introvert
First letter bigger than the rest-person is arrogant
Writing is in script
Elegant, Victorian style of handwriting

After that, I put it all together and wrote down my conclusion:

Conclusion: handwriting belongs to a girl

All my suspicions are correct. This diary belongs to a girl.

But something’s definitely wrong here.

Is the murderer a girl?

Is the person she is in love with is also a girl?

I don’t know where this will take me.

But I know, I’m getting close.

(Part 5 at a later release…)

As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...

Part 3

It’s almost 10 minutes past 7 o’clock. We decide to spend the night in search of clues. You call your parents on your cell phone to tell them you’re going to spend the night at my house. We can hear the thunder clapping. It’s going to rain tonight, I say. You nodded in agreement. We start to walk towards an empty classroom. When we enter the room, it is quite warm. You comment that it’s quite unusual since all the rooms are open-air meaning that there are no walls in the front of the room and there are no doors. The only rooms that have doors are the restroom and the room that once served as the faculty kitchen. Well, it’s supposed to be cold right? You added.

Well, I also noticed it but I decide to shrug it off. I am still holding the diary in my right hand. Since I’m a private investigator-in-training, I decide that I’m not going to rest until it’s all studied. I came here because dad had so many cases to handle and he decided to give this case to me. You decide to tag along. As we drove to the school, I felt that something’s wrong. And my suspicions are confirmed.

There was a murder committed here. And I have the evidences at my disposal. I decide to conduct a more thorough investigation in the matter. After all, I already know the risks involved in my business. I walk to you and ask you whether you really want to stay with me. I then explain that since we are still at the scene of the crime and still gathering clues, we might run the risk of being exterminated by the murderer or frame-up in this case. You look at me intently and you tell me that you are willing to risk it for the sake of solving this case.

Suddenly, it has become so cold we both shivered. I give you my jacket. There are footsteps overhead. I decide to check out where they come from. I tell you to stay there. I flatten myself against the wall as I listen to the footsteps. It seems like it’s approaching us.

I braced myself for the unknown.

Then suddenly, it changed direction. I saw that it stopped to where the pocketknife was pierced. It pulled the pocketknife off the wall. I almost fainted in fear because I thought that whoever it is would kill us because we have seen everything.

I was wrong.

Instead, it turned away and headed towards the stairs. I breathed a sigh of relief as hear the footsteps fading away. I returned to where you are. I am relieved to find that you are still in one piece. I smile to myself as I watch you sleep under my jacket.

I suddenly remember the diary. Since I don’t feel sleepy at all, I decide to pass the time by reading the rest of the entries. Maybe I may be able to find out whose diary is this, I thought. So, I open the diary and began to read.

I browse through the pages, trying to find something interesting. At last, after a few minutes, I found an interesting entry. It goes like this:

Feb. 4, 2006

Happiness flooded my being,
As you give your yes to me.
Perhaps this is a sign,
To reveal to you how much you are dear to me.

I hope to this day onward
Our relationship will grow strong
And the tides of forbid
Shall not prevail against it.

Forbid? Hmmm…. maybe their relationship is forbidden, I thought. Maybe I’m right or maybe I’m wrong. I rifled through the pages, trying to find more interesting stuff…

(Part 4 at a later release…)

As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...

Part 2

As we turn on the lights, we are frozen with the thought that the girl murdered her. Because of so much fear, we had trouble finding the switch. It was rather scary 'coz the girl might return to remove the traces of the crime. Finally, we found a lever and after we pull it, all the lights went on.

We survey the whole area. It was a total mess. Blood littered the walls and the floor. A pocketknife was pierced against the wall. A bunch of blades and taekwondo equipment such as kick pads and shin guards were strewn all over the floor.

We start to walk again as we look for more clues. We decide to enter the rooms.

After minutes of looking around, I hear a shout from you. You find a notebook on the floor. I immediately pick it up and look through it. It seemed like it's a journal of events. A diary. We sit on the floor and began to read.

The first entry is quite blurry…it looked like it was badly smudged. Upon closer inspection, we see that it’s a teardrop. A teardrop? We squint to read the text clearly. This is what we read:

August 4, 2005

As I lay my head on my pillow, you are still in my thoughts…
How could I have not noticed it?
The first time I saw you, I immediately fell in love with you.
Now, whenever I see you, all my troubles seem to fade away…
And my thoughts about you are here to stay…

At the end of the text, there are lines taken from a poem:

“And as the sunlight dim
In the blood-red sky
Your kiss becomes my refuge
And your warmth becomes my salvation…”

-Tears and the Blood Red Sky
By: One-Hit wonder

Judging from the entry, whoever wrote this is passionately in love with someone. It revealed quite a lot the innermost feelings of the writer. But the problem is, we don’t even know who the writer is or even his gender. I guess if we read the diary further, we might be able to get a hint who the author is.
But I wonder…

Is the murderer the author of the diary?

(Part 3 at a later release.)

Disclaimer: This insight by the author is influenced by the different authors she encountered. Please be guided that she does not own any of the said author's stories and poems.

As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...

Prologue

Silence. A roaring silence ensued around the corridor of the abandoned school building. The only things that are audible are the rustling of the wind and the occasional knocking of the windows and doors. These are the only things that bore witness to the crime commited in this place. Shouts. Cries. The sound of feet shuffling as one tries to evade. The sound of blood splashing against the floor as one stabbed the other with a knife. Screaming that echoes through the walls. Let us walk through and see the carnage.

We walk through cautiously, as if someone might see us. The corridor was a mess, as we all might see. There is blood all over the floor and some on the walls. The silence is deafening to the ears. As we look through the rooms, i could have sworn I have seen a pair of blood red eyes staring at me. Well, I think I was just mistaken...

We continue walking. Suddenly, we hear a cry for help. We start to walk briskly. Then we start to run, trying to find where the voice comes from.

We approach the end of the corridor. The sign says, 3rd Year level. We see something lying on the ground. Upon closer inspection, we see it's a body. A body of a person almost half-dead. And oh, it's a girl. We see that she is still alive but barely breathing. She slips in and out of consciousness. She only muttered things such as "Why?" and "Please forgive me..." Suddenly, we hear hurried footsteps. We immediately jump into the nearest table. As we look, we see someone walking towards the body. You immediately react and try to stop the person but I put my hand on your shoulders and you desisted. We watch as the person approached her and we almost made an impatient noise as the person (it reveals that she is a girl!) stands in front of her. She looked down at her victim, who tries to talk but words wouldn't come out. We watch in awe as she put her arms on her and carried her downstairs. We could still hear her footsteps. Soon, they fade away.

We come out of our hiding place. Whew. I say to you. Good Thing we're not seen. You wanted to check out the place very thoroughly. I agree. We switched on the lights. And we surveyed the mess...

(Part 2 later...)

Tim.

“Tim! What are you doing here?” I asked as I backed away, smiling.

“Hi, Mari. I missed you, honey.” Tim said as he held my hand and led me away from the crowd. I felt a sense of light-headedness as he did that. I felt so lucky to have him. But it will be over for a couple of days.

I did the unthinkable.

“Tim, I think you should stop seeing me.” I said.

He stopped dead on his tracks, apparently upset.

“Why Mari? Is my love for you not enough? Are we not happy with each other? Tell Me!” Tim said as he roughly pushed me against the wall, almost crushing me. A lot of people were startled and started to go near. I tried to keep a straight face as he dragged me into the crowd.

Then finally, we arrived.

Heaven.

I stared at him. He seemed so confident yet there was something that disturbed him.Looking into his eyes, I saw his gentle nature inside all of the rowdiness and brashness. By that time, I did not know my time with him would be cut short. I began to breathe heavily and piece-by-piece, I felt intense pain. A pain that will never be erased. Tim looked at me with his amber eyes. i will never forget that look he gave me...

It's so meaningful....

"Look Mari. I know that you're dying. Why didn't you tell me sooner? i should've adjusted
to what you are feeling right now." With these words, he suddenly pulled me into a
tight hug. He felt warm and secured. As though I was his security blanket.

Then suddenly, my muscles twitched horribly.

I felt the pain radiating from my muscles. I suddenly collapsed because of the pain.
I was terrified. I thought I will die...

When I slowly regained consciousness...

I found myself lying in Tim's lap.

He brushed my hair slowly and when I looked up, I saw his worried face.

"Mari, are you okay? You were unconcious for 5 hours already...what happened?"
He said as he continued brushing.

“What happened?” I asked him.

“You suddenly collapsed. Are you ok now?” He asked.

Truth is, I’m not ok anymore. I am now experiencing the symptoms of near death. I mustered all my strength to nod my head but I wasn’t able to. My muscles were out of control. I merely looked at him. To my surprise, his eyes were full of tears.

He began to cry like a child. Then, he hugged me again.

“Mari, don’t leave me….”

Then, without warning, my eyes begin to close uncontrollably. The last thing I saw was his face and I felt his arms…And I was carried over…

I watch myself wither in silence…

I hoped to wake up into a fresh new start…

But I had awoke in the ER and I heard these words…

“She’s not gonna make it…”

As I sit in my wheelchair, I began to feel the sense of helplessness. This feeling has
never left me since I was rushed here, 3 months ago, shaking and shivering, into
the emergency room…I can still hear the doctor’s calm voice when he told my parents,
“She’s not gonna make it…” I felt the whole world caved in on me…I was helpless.
Alone.

The doctors have not approved me to go out of the hospital. It is my home for 4 months
already. Sometimes my parents would stay with me, but most of the time, they are
frantically busy. Sometimes friends would drop by and say hello. At least I know I’m not alone. Lucky me.

Six weeks later…

I am getting ready to go out of the hospital. My home for 4 months. The doctors said that I must get my affairs in order. I was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s disease. The disease is terminal, which means to say I will soon die from it. Most of my friends have not known it yet. I intentionally did not tell them. I don’t want them to be sad for me. Especially Tim.
My bf. He’s a sensitive guy. Usually, he often picks fights with his classmates. You see, Tim is younger than me by about a year. He’s in 2nd year high school. I’m in third year. In the star section. I have good classmates. They care so much for me. I have friends too.
I’ve known them for almost 3 years. Actually, I have two friends who I’ve already known for almost 6 years. Of course they know about this. Well, Tim’s kind of possessive to me. He always wants to see me always. He wants to be with me always. But it was kind of disturbing especially when I have to pair up with my boy classmates for projects. He always picks fights with them. He is really aggressive and tactless.

I do not know how I managed to tolerate him. All I know is, I’ve fallen in love with him. I never kissed him on the lips. He had never expressed his desire to do so and that’s fine with me. He kissed me on the cheeks a couple of times. But we never kissed each other on the lips. And we never make fuzz about it.

I almost forgot. I never told Tim about my sickness. And I only have about a week to live and get everything in order. And as I worry how would I tell him about my condition, a pair of hands grabbed me by the shoulders and as I turn around to see who it was, I saw…