Purple Haze and Blue Skies (A Very Short Story)
She was thinking of what to bring back home, thinking if they would like it, if HE would like it. She wasn't sure really, so she bought two of every kind. Anyway, it's not like it's expensive or anything.
Camila, you see is a pleaser. I don't know if she knows but we all know that you just can't please everyone. Trying it is suicidal, either you end up quitting or pissing everyone around you. Not that this fact matters, but I just thought you might want to know.
The bus was cold, she was wearing her brown jacket, hugging her handbag and looking outside the busy street of Lucena City. She could imagine the heat as people from all walks of life perspire as they pass through the bus she's ridding. She was constantly checking her phone for text messages, the one she's hoping for hasn't arrived yet. It's not like she is expecting but she would love it if HE would send her even a short "hi" or "Hw r u?" She misses HIM terribly. She doubts if HE misses her too.
The trip to Manila was tolerable, she slept for about an hour, checked her phone yet again, and was disappointed YET again. She was already in Sucat and the A/C was blowing warm air on her face. Will he talk to me? Should I text him? Ask him how his week was? These are the thoughts circling through her head. She feels as if a thousand needles were poking her heart, one or two at a time. Pride, ego, anger and all these small emotions are keeping her from texting HIM. In her mind, it will never be resolved; in her heart, she's longing for HIS touch.
Will HE like it? Will HE even bother to take a bite? Was it worth her effort? She will never know... SHE will NEVER know...
Camila, you see is a pleaser. I don't know if she knows but we all know that you just can't please everyone. Trying it is suicidal, either you end up quitting or pissing everyone around you. Not that this fact matters, but I just thought you might want to know.
The bus was cold, she was wearing her brown jacket, hugging her handbag and looking outside the busy street of Lucena City. She could imagine the heat as people from all walks of life perspire as they pass through the bus she's ridding. She was constantly checking her phone for text messages, the one she's hoping for hasn't arrived yet. It's not like she is expecting but she would love it if HE would send her even a short "hi" or "Hw r u?" She misses HIM terribly. She doubts if HE misses her too.
The trip to Manila was tolerable, she slept for about an hour, checked her phone yet again, and was disappointed YET again. She was already in Sucat and the A/C was blowing warm air on her face. Will he talk to me? Should I text him? Ask him how his week was? These are the thoughts circling through her head. She feels as if a thousand needles were poking her heart, one or two at a time. Pride, ego, anger and all these small emotions are keeping her from texting HIM. In her mind, it will never be resolved; in her heart, she's longing for HIS touch.
Will HE like it? Will HE even bother to take a bite? Was it worth her effort? She will never know... SHE will NEVER know...
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