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CHAPTER 1 A New Beginning
ALEX
August 29 2014
The sun's rays glistening on my window woke me up from sleep. I open my eyes, still blurry, and see that the time is about 9:00 am. I have my sick leave today and remembering that almost made my eyes close again when a promise rushes to my head. A promise that I swore to uphold no matter what. That I have to start moving on. As my eyes close droopingly, I notice the date, August 29, 2014, a Friday. I clench my right fist and let out a deep sigh. Great, I had to remind myself that it has been exactly five years since we first met, three years since we broke up, and exactly one month since she married someone else, since Karen left me for someone else.
This day just can't get any worse for me. Today, I am moving on. Today, is a new day. I just really wonder if I can really move on right here, right now. I got to try, I have to try no matter what. I can't let myself live in the past, living the same moments of happiness only to wake up to a nightmare. I got to move on or else I'll die like this: in a bed, alone, and can't even get up to answer the phone...the phone? Who'd be calling me at this time of day?
I get up, notice the whole bedroom's a mess and I leave it like that. I got to be thankful that the phone's located across the living room, or else I'd still be bedridden.
The ringing won't stop, this better be good. If this is my boss calling me on my sick leave, I already have my sick voice prepared so there's no way their getting me to work today.
As pick up the phone and say a very groggy:
"Hello...?"
A woman's voice, a very excited one at that, replied with a very enthusiastic:
"Hey Alex! It's me!"
I struggled to identify the voice just as my ears recover from the deafening first-thing-you-hear-in-the-morning surprise it currently has a hard time recuperating. I can't believe anyone can be this loud first thing in the morning. I feel irate from trying to think so I just ask:
"Who...is this?"
The voice answered:
"It's me! Hannah!"
Hannah...Could this be Hannah from college? Now this is a surprise.
"Hannah Sinclair?"
"Yeah! It's me alright!"
Wow...it's been so long since I've heard from her.
"Oh! Hannah! How ya been?"
Hannah was my classmate in college. We're really close being that she was Karen's best friend in class. She's the nicest woman I have ever met. So nice in fact that she was voted the nicest person in the whole classroom during our farewell party. It was a no-brainer after all. Who else would be more than willing to listen to every story anyone would just suddenly feel like telling anytime, anyplace? Just her, only her. She's also very close with God, being that she's very uptight about her religion and the faith she has to it. In line with that, she'd really hate it when she would see our classmates do a little bit of cheating now and then. Even when she's forced into a corner, she'd never cheat, ever. Talk about martyrdom.
Not only is she nice but she's very smart too. She has quite the high grades in class. I'd like to think that her past times and hobbies had made a very good and sturdy foundation on her I.Q.: Playing with puzzles, solving crossword problems, make tricks with a Rubik's Cube, and play number games like Sudoku. She's not a nerd though, she's a cool girl with lots of friends everywhere. It goes hand-in-hand with the niceness she posses.
Did I mention how beautiful she is? She's no beauty queen but guys would go for her had she allowed them to do so. She didn't want any form of romantic relationship with anyone stating that she wanted to focus more on her studies. I tried asking her once if there were other reasons but she declined my interview. She's open to everyone's problems but not to her own feelings. For us, classmates, we're just glad we have at least one set of ears willing to listen to whatever crazy story we might feel telling someone.
It's been about four years since I last saw her, four years after graduation. I can't help but reminisce on how she looked like the last time I saw her. I remember her having silky white skin, long wavy black hair, big, round, hazelnut eyes, a slim figure, a perfect set of white teeth, and very soft hands. I'd normally fall for women like her, but I had my eyes set on someone else, and whenever that certain someone and I have problems, her hands would always calm me down and make me feel all light and well. I tell you, with her being religious and all, she must have the hands of God there.
"I'm fine of course! I just called to ask you that myself! Hahaha"
My train of thought breaks the moment she practically screamed on the phone out of sheer excitement.
"Well, I'm just fine myself! Hahaha. Sorry if I answered the phone like that. I just woke up and I'm sick. "
"Oh, you're sick? that's too bad. How is it? getting any better?"
I think her question is about Karen but I think otherwise.
"Yeah! I feel like I just recovered. I've been sick since three days ago and right now, I think can go out and have some fun, soaking up the morning sun!"
I guess I'm no longer sick.
"That's great! Uh listen, you wanna hang out later this afternoon? Let's go to TriNoMa! They have this new movie coming out that I just want to watch with someone."
I ponder why she would invite me and of all the places, TriNoMa. So I have to ask.
"How about your friends?"
"They all have work today. I'm on a half-day today so I was thinking of watching a movie to end my day today. So how about it? You joining me?"
I figured I needed some form of entertainment today.
"Sure. Why not. What time?"
"2:30 pm sharp as a knife!"
"OK then, I'll be seeing ya. Thanks!"
"No prob! Alrighty then! Laters!"
How the heck did she know I'm available today?
"Wait! Don't hang up!"
"..."
Great, I'll just have to ask her later then.
I put the phone back in place and I see my reflection on the mirror opposite my bedroom. It was a tall standing mirror with a ovular shape. It's about six foot tall, about my height.
I see myself in the mirror, I check my height and I think I'm about six feet. I see the way my body has lost it's former glory, what were once abs is now a flat slab. Depression really got me. I step closer to check my face and I find myself looking pale. My brown eyes still squinting because of stress and noticeable eyebags. I guess I lack sleep. I check my short hair. I never grow my hair beyond the back of the neck, with bangs reaching just below the eyes. I don't look like one of those emo guys though, I just like having my hair have that right length. I style my hair in a way that it's on right side with the left having a "lift" look, thanks to hair wax of course. I search for some white hair. It's still black, phew! I thought the stress was making my hair all gray.
I look through the window and see the sun's rays hitting me on the face, blinding me for a moment. It made me remember Hannah's phone call. That's the one good thing that happened to me this week. I feel all energized now. Her excitement, even after four years, is still contagious. I smirk a little when my stomach gets mad reminding me to something every normal human being should do first thing in the morning, eat breakfast. I go to the kitchen, get food from the fridge, cook rice, and fry eggs. For the first time in weeks, I finally have something to look forward to.
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EDIT: The indention kinda messes up my work. Oh well.
EDIT2: Edited after Mo's review! I can't believe I missed those errors!
EDIT 3: Added some more things after being reviewed by amber and yasmin
