Personal Narrative: A Powerful Mind
My body’s beginning to give away. I feel every limb aching, the result of incessant popping and locking because the moves are made to look sharp.
The sound is positively alive to my ears, albeit the ringing is being drowned out by the saxophone, when I register the noise alien to the track. I contemplate for a few moment whether I should just pretend I didn’t hear it, but my momentum is lost and I can only tell myself to start again from the top. Making my way over to my bag, I fish out the device but a moment too late when it suddenly stop ringing. I unlock it and go to my call logs to see that my best friend had called. My thumb is hovering the call option when a text comes in.
“In the mood to stargaze?” It read.
I’m gathering my things …show more content…
I open my mouth to retort but stop short when she tosses something to me. A roll of kimbap.
“You didn’t eat yet, right?” She answers my confused expression. I grin like an idiot but she doesn’t see it in her avoidance to meet my face.
We sit in comfortable silence for awhile, me quietly eating the kimbap and she picking at her nails until it’s raw. The playground is being lit up by orange-yellow light post that wraps around every 10 feet of the perimeter. It doesn’t quite reach the inside of the plastic box house that we’re sitting in, legs tangled in the middle, but the moonlight provides me sufficient lighting to see her countenance. She’s anxious.
“Something happened.” With my mouth stuffed with rice, it sounds more like a statement than an inquiry.
She fingers the skin behind her ear with a frown on her face. “They’re getting a divorce,” she finally confess, sucks in a sharp breath, and continues. “I mean— I knew it was only a matter of time before they finally did. It’s a good thing even because now they’ll stop fighting and disrupting the neighbors and all, and— yeah, this is a good …show more content…
“I don’t even care anymore. It’s a good thing that I don’t have to listen to them fight over every little, dumb crap now.”
“Except it’s not a good thing.”
She looks at me surprise, as if she suddenly discerned my presence, and my right hand resting on her ankle makes everything feels more real.
It takes seconds before her lips tremble and eyes begins to well with hot tears, and so fast and effortlessly do they fall down her face. Her efforts to wipe the wetness is so futile that she eventually gives up, and just simply sob in her hands.
“No, it’s not a good thing! Why did it have to come to this? Why did they even get married in the first place if they weren’t going to stay in love with each other? Why do they have to put me through this crap? It’s not fair of them.”
I can’t say anything, but in place of words, I let my hands, rub and rhythmically tap her thighs.
She cries and cries for minutes, but then she finds her breath and gravitates herself down. I’ve shifted my position to her side, and wrapped myself around her because she’s convulsing with emotions and the night is growing
The sound is positively alive to my ears, albeit the ringing is being drowned out by the saxophone, when I register the noise alien to the track. I contemplate for a few moment whether I should just pretend I didn’t hear it, but my momentum is lost and I can only tell myself to start again from the top. Making my way over to my bag, I fish out the device but a moment too late when it suddenly stop ringing. I unlock it and go to my call logs to see that my best friend had called. My thumb is hovering the call option when a text comes in.
“In the mood to stargaze?” It read.
I’m gathering my things …show more content…
I open my mouth to retort but stop short when she tosses something to me. A roll of kimbap.
“You didn’t eat yet, right?” She answers my confused expression. I grin like an idiot but she doesn’t see it in her avoidance to meet my face.
We sit in comfortable silence for awhile, me quietly eating the kimbap and she picking at her nails until it’s raw. The playground is being lit up by orange-yellow light post that wraps around every 10 feet of the perimeter. It doesn’t quite reach the inside of the plastic box house that we’re sitting in, legs tangled in the middle, but the moonlight provides me sufficient lighting to see her countenance. She’s anxious.
“Something happened.” With my mouth stuffed with rice, it sounds more like a statement than an inquiry.
She fingers the skin behind her ear with a frown on her face. “They’re getting a divorce,” she finally confess, sucks in a sharp breath, and continues. “I mean— I knew it was only a matter of time before they finally did. It’s a good thing even because now they’ll stop fighting and disrupting the neighbors and all, and— yeah, this is a good …show more content…
“I don’t even care anymore. It’s a good thing that I don’t have to listen to them fight over every little, dumb crap now.”
“Except it’s not a good thing.”
She looks at me surprise, as if she suddenly discerned my presence, and my right hand resting on her ankle makes everything feels more real.
It takes seconds before her lips tremble and eyes begins to well with hot tears, and so fast and effortlessly do they fall down her face. Her efforts to wipe the wetness is so futile that she eventually gives up, and just simply sob in her hands.
“No, it’s not a good thing! Why did it have to come to this? Why did they even get married in the first place if they weren’t going to stay in love with each other? Why do they have to put me through this crap? It’s not fair of them.”
I can’t say anything, but in place of words, I let my hands, rub and rhythmically tap her thighs.
She cries and cries for minutes, but then she finds her breath and gravitates herself down. I’ve shifted my position to her side, and wrapped myself around her because she’s convulsing with emotions and the night is growing