Prologue

I WAS SITTING in a bench near a tall tree which I have no idea what its name but I'm all thankful of the cool shade its giving the people, which includes me, of course. I stared above, checking out a couple of smoky-gray pigeons with black highlights that just flew away as I've heard someone shouting somewhere near the open place she's in. Probably some love quarrels somewhere, heh. Good luck with that. She thought. I've always loved it here, where there are a lot of people but not that over occupied, trees and fresh air and cheaper foods and goodies on sidewalks which can satisfy people's stomach. Believe me, you can budget everything satisfactorily in terms of food trip moments. I felt the breeze as the wind blow and just let my eyes close and made the relaxing moment flow. I always like it this way, being far from all those judgmental people in our class. Maybe not that far cause the Imelda Park is just a one-ride of a motor cab and would take like four minutes of travel from our school. But still, I like it here. It's peaceful. And to add with good sensation, I'm with my too-good-to-be-true boyfriend that always accompanies me whenever I feel like being with nature. I slowly leaned at the back of the bench and instead of leaning on the cold iron back of the bench; I leaned on his warm left arm that stretched to my shoulders. "Are you sleepy?" His voice as calm as the air was near like a whisper. "No, just relishing the moment." I said, but I really sounded like yawning already. And he just nodded, as if to say 'I knew you are'. He looked across the park, watching as people chat and walk by with their families, friends, or with their lover too. He just smiled to himself and yet she's there to witness it. He was in the happy mood to relaxing, too. Yes, this awfully good-looking guy beside me, is my too-good-to-be-true boyfriend. Honestly speaking, I'm really not used to calling him 'my boyfriend' ever since the day we've been together. We've been together for three years now since first year, and yet I still feel uneasy calling him my boyfriend. I don't know. Maybe because I just didn't expected things like this to happen to me when I was just one simple girl in the corner who knows how to draw things in her paper and never ever had a boyfriend until he just appeared in one of my classes and saw one of my sketches and twisted my story. And he is this guy with a lot of perfections, and that includes his posture and appearance and his basketball games and studies at the same time. (Okay, let me breathe!) Plus, he's been so nice to everyone and never gets late to his classes unless he's been doing some important matters. But okay, I kind of admit (sometimes) that he really is my boyfriend. I can't believe I mentioned 'boyfriend' six times in a row just now. What makes me say that he really is my boyfriend is because in all those three years being together, he never cheated on me. Like, there are a lot of prettier girls around our campus and those who are in a package of beauty and brains. So, why me? Although I've asked him this only before I've said yes to becoming his girlfriend. "Why did you like me?"

"Cause... You are the most unique person I've ever met, Piperielle." He just made me speechless that time. And I the next day on our date, I confirmed our relationship. I smiled at the memory as I close my eyes, being so lucky with this guy beside me for letting his arms become my pillow; and I am as if dreaming of a reality that had happened three years ago. We're three years now, right this day - I'm so blessed. Feeling my eyes drop and heavy, I slowly fall asleep. The next time I know is when I woke up, it is sunset already and I feel like sleeping more in this place. Until I felt odd and empty in the bench. I'm not leaning on his arms already. I'm leaning on my bag. Then I sit up straight, gaining my strength as people started staring at me in a displeasing way. He's gone. He will not just leave me here without a valid reason, of course. But—where did he go? I realized that his two notebooks are still here. Did he forget bringing this or did he just leave this here for a while? I unlocked my cellphone and dialed his number. Calling... Calling... I let the phone wait for him to pick it up as I summon my things and his notebooks in my bag. Calling... Calling... I've called him like nine times already. Yet there's never been any answer. I felt pissed and mad. He left me alone in here and he won't answer my calls?! I just decided going home on my own. I just walked. I thought of things as I wonder in the streets. I know I have this gloomy-frowning-mad expression right now cause I noticed that people hastily gets out of my way as I walk straight. Well yes, I'm mad so get off of my way people. Geez. Sigh. This day is supposed to be our day. Our third anniversary. And I'm walking alone going home. How sweet is that? I stopped in my place when there's suddenly an ambulance that arrived nearby. I scanned around and saw people chatting and circling the sudden incident-witnessing closer on the accident.

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