runaway princess…

Sometimes to believe in Love is to simply invite Faith to sit at your doorstep. Ah, but she dismissed Faith out the door not too long ago. She’s fought a vain battle against Destiny only falling as the defeated. It was plain lunacy trying to reach victory with mere bafflement and unkind recollections of romance as her ammunitions. And as her head played the plea of an innocent man who’s offered his hand to dance, she cringed at the thought of again, failure. She wanted him as much as he wished upon her. A fairy tale she’s longed all her life. The little voice inside screamed out that this was it. No more departure, no more misgivings and acrimony, no more forgiving as there would be no wrong to pardon. It was time to embrace Happiness.

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She stepped out to the balcony befriending the cloudy evening sky, twisting her messy hair up with a single chopstick.  Her colleague sang one of the summer camp songs in the shower. It had been another exhausting day with countless frivolous children. She’s placed a natural love for them and their entire world of incomparable virtuousness. Yet only in the hands of Silence had she ever found utmost contentment. Thank you, Silence.

A knock at the door sprawled her thoughts. A company was the last she needed but her face broke into a smile seeing his big blue eyes showering her with warmth.

“I’m bored in my room. Mind if I steal your time for a while?” He clasped his palms together and pouted his lips.  She laughed before escorting him to the balcony. She seldom permitted anyone on intruding her precious moments with Silence, yet fondness for him gave her lenience.

“Evan, look this way!”  Lila, with only a piece of towel covering her wet body stood before him. Evan placed hands over his eyes before completely rejecting a scene which he declared unfit. The blonde giggled and returned to her shower.

Evan blushed before turning to his senior leaning on the rail of the balcony next to him, who only smiled at one of Lila’s endless attempts to taint her fellow colleague.

“It’s very awkward.”  The 17 year old stated. He examined her white tight shirt and long baggy cotton pants.  “I appreciate you covering yourself.”   

“Nobody does.” She answered grimly.

“Everyone strips publicly in this age.  People are forgetting the essence of the female body. And the essence of everything else.”  He stated calmly. From the day they were acquainted, she’s felt drawn toward his transparency and subtle uniqueness. It was through his soulful eyes and kindred spirit that she stared at her own reflection few years back before things took a displeasing turn. Before her world bowed down to Adultery.

“I can’t disagree.”  She acknowledged aware of her effortless arguments with every other male.

“Haven’t you ever felt that everything is just so bland and people have become mechanical beings? Doing things without realizing the purpose or effects of their actions.”

“I suppose you’ll give me the answer to that, Mr. Brynne.” She waited impatiently, hungry for anything he may feed her. She’s been too drained to think lately, flooded with grimy thoughts and turning to her imperceptive 40 year old male friends have only corrupted her waters. She needed something else. Something freshly composed to rekindle her timid heart. At 25, hostility served as her loyal companion.

“The irritation I felt trying to watch a football game with dancers blocking my view. It was my first and last attempt in entering that bar.”

“Preference for most men wouldn’t be a difficult presumption.”  She revealed what she knew.

“But how could one think of looking at a woman in such a putrid way? A woman’s body is unmatched beauty so it should receive implausible appreciation in more ways than one.”

“A male evolution parallel to the increasing amount of women who worship the granted they’re taken for.”  She shuddered.

“Yes, people have resigned from life, it seems, accepting what is acceptable. But I don’t want to be like that. I want to wake up in the morning and move forward, know that what I think and do can serve a purpose beyond what is known.”

“Nobility is on the way to extinction.”  She stated smiling.

“That and do you know what people are forgetting these days?”

She shook her head imprisoning her opinions as people have pronounced her insanity over them.

“Look at that.” He pointed at the sky breaking down in tears. Raindrops began kissing the top of their head then shoulders. She backed away but the boy grabbed her elbow. “I’m so sorry.” He bowed letting go of his grip.

“For what?”

“Touching you.” He said coyly. “The only thing that should touch you is those rain drops.”

“I haven’t played in the rain in ages.”  She confessed wondering when was the last time a man apologized for accidentally touching her, if not intentionally pursued. She recalled nothing.

“Why ignore such an amazing phenomenon? If you look at rain as rain, then it’s boring. But look at how it’s formed, how it gives life to grass and plants, how it touches you and trickles down your skin. See how it makes you feel. Why children love rain? Because it’s as pure as they are. It takes beauty to see beauty.”

The boy spoke with striking intensity as if it was his only grasped knowledge.

“If you look at grass as grass for instance, of course there’s nothing profound about it. But look at it closely at dawn and see the morning dew settling on its surface. It’s incredible! Look at the sky and count the stars. Walk on a beach and pick up shells. Look at a woman and see how the monotony of her face breaks into something so exquisite when she smiles with her eyes! It’s those things that people overlook these days and it’s a shame because that’s all that matters really.”

She kept her gaze on him wanting to shed tears much harder than the sky. “People are giving up too often, accepting life and others as they are. We hold a white flag and invite resignation. ‘This is what I live for and this is the world I was born into so there’s nothing more than that. Nothing more I should do.’ People have stopped creating and taking chances. They are afraid to face themselves in the mirror and realize that there are things forgotten, there are things that need to be changed, there are emotional and spiritual boundaries to shatter, and that the world is not solely what it is.”

“Emotional and spiritual boundaries…” She repeated falling into an unexplainable dejavu.
”Simplicity has become dilapidated and homeless.  We tend to spoil our emotions, which most times leave us feeling continuously ravenous as opposed to being contently still. So if our emotions are at stake, how on earth can we unite with our spirituality? Without both, we’re empty and insignificant.” He was giving her a speech which she gave herself when she was his age. His passionate bravery left her wordless

“Am I naïve?” He asserted a question she habitually asked herself.  She grinned at his innocuous disposition pushing her toward such peaceful elevation.

“No,” She silenced for a moment feeling the raindrops running down her neck. “You’re immaculate which makes you a wealthy man.  For some odd reason, people think they have to be erroneously coated to reach Happiness.” 

“How can one be covered in stains to reach ultimate Happiness? From what I heard Happiness is nothing but pure.” He stated.

“And how can one encounter Happiness when one isn’t unscathed? How can beauty see beauty? How can one see purity when one just isn’t?” If she possessed any power to prevent Time from decomposing the living, she would ask to remain youthfully chaste forever until a true love decided otherwise.

”You like the raindrops?”  He asked softly piercing through her dreary mind.

“Feels like a refreshing bath,” She shivered with a smile.

“Well, consider this your first encounter.”

At that she stopped and covered her face with a towel hung nearby.

“I don’t feel clean, Evan.”  She became as tearful as her sky. “Because I’m not.”

The boy kept his gaze seeping through the Devil inside her that made her cry in agony. “When our shield is taken away from us along with the essence within, we feel a great defeat. We feel ashamed for failing to give protection to our own self. We feel small and unworthy.”

She stopped sobbing. “We are left with fear in the end. And because of that, we run away and build thicker shields shutting the entire world away because we feel that breathing in silence is our only hope. Our sanctuary.”

She fidgeted nervously staring at a 17 year old boy reciting her locked emotions in words. Loud and clear. “But life isn’t unkind. Destiny works in mysterious ways beyond our recognition. Sometimes, it forces you to accustom yourself to things, even if it means happiness. It tells you to learn how to hope and believe. It grants your wishes when you least expect it. It begs you to destroy your shields and give yourself in wholeheartedly, surrendering to its greatness. In your case, Destiny decided to summon a person who loves you.”

She froze at his last remark.

“Destiny wants your undivided attention therefore forcing you to fight against the demon inside until you succeed. The raindrops purified your body but as for your soul, you must try to release everything that is not love.”

“How did you know…?”  She asked.

“I wish you are reborn to a new soul and walk unscathed for the rest of your life.”  With that the boy bowed graciously before her.

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He closed their evening and returned to his room just a few balconies away. She struggled with herself as to whether she should accompany nature or dry herself for bed. Her mind began creating excuses.

You might turn ill. It’s late; you should go to bed. You have a long day tomorrow. People might see and think you’re foolish. Lila will drag you inside once she’s out of the bathroom. You’re feeling cold anyway.

Oh, how conditioned her mind was, she realized. For something as simple as raindrops. How uncompromising and severely tense.  From where she stood, she witnessed Evan Brynne leaning on the rail of his balcony staring at the sky allowing pearly raindrops dance across his face. In his solitary, he was innocently content blanketed in gentle wind. He was soft and considerate toward himself. Toward Happiness.

As drops of rain seeped through her clothing and caressed every inch of her body, she envisioned the man she held love for. She would love to hold on to love. She would cast away all ammunitions. She would be evermore grateful to Destiny for dropping him during one of the most upsetting chapter of her life. In a way, he rescued her, bathed her with devotion and protected her.

She would love to dance with him under the rain. Forever.

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