And He Held Her Hands Chapter 2

Chapter 2 (6/10/07) [Not as good as the first chapter]

The chill air filled his lungs as he stepped out. As usual, he picked up the purple lunchbox, situated beside the green one every morning. Without looking, he propped the note onto the green lunchbox. Whatever task the house keeper had set him was always dealt with in this swift, fluid movement.

For a moment, he was caught in a reverie; nothing but her silky, waist length hair and her gentle, friendly face swirled infinitely in his mind. He could almost smell the scent, that very special scent. Somehow, he could smell it all day, as if she was right beside him all the time.

The alarm clock was ringing.

Hurriedly, he made a beeline for his bag, and folded up his sleeves like he always did. Rushing out, he made sure that he closed the door as gently as possible. The lock clicked shut.

Just as a lock flew open.

He took a few seconds to bathe in the cool, morning air. The sun was still in hiding, and the miniscule rays of light were outshone by the numerous street lamps which light up most of the suburban areas, giving night-dwellers a sense of security and warmth. The withering plants look at him sourly.

She would be waiting.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs, deliberately looking the other way. He knew she would jump on him. It would hurt, but he loved it when she did that. The feeling of her soft skin on his very canvas left him tingling with anticipation.

Love erases hurt.

As expected, she bounded down the stairs. He heard her footsteps. “Three, two, one…”

He stumbled forward, intentionally tripping himself. He turned around, and there she was, as bubbly as ever. He could not help but smile at the sight of his one love. He gazed into her eyes and for an instant, frozen in time, was their gaze.

Eye to eye.

Heart to heart.

He took her hands.

Firmly.

And He Held Her Hands

Written on: 5/10/07

The first glimpse of light always makes her eyes sore, as she muttered to no one in particular in a monotonous voice. The alarm clock responded by doing a routine gig, which it gave without fail every weekday morning, much to her dismay. She sat on her bed for a few moments, sprouting numerous profanities and decrying the education system – not a very feminine mannerism – yet there was no one around who could hear her.

She dragged herself out of her bed, and carelessly threw ‘Wawa’, her one-eyed teddy bear back onto the warmth of her blankets. The bear seemed to look at her resentfully for a second out of its black, gem-like eye. She did not care, however. She had more things to worry about; as if a resentful teddy bear could be more important than keeping her hair straight.

And whether he would come.

She bathed silently, with the cold water rushing down her face. Yet as the tap roared its finale, she shuddered in the cold air, which was stiff with emptiness and longing. As she slipped into her uniform – the distasteful piece of fabric which she was required to wear – her thoughts dwelled upon the homework she had not done, the project she has yet to research upon. However, all these were quickly dismissed and she thought of Melissa’s smiling face, that sweet smile that never failed to bring a smile to her face as well.

That smile, that smile.

Her hands flew down the buttons, and she was done in no time. Grabbing her bag, she took one last, long look in the mirror; her hair was straight and hung up to her waist, and her tie was the usual – loose and slanted – and she opened the door.

The lock flew open with a click that resounded around the house. Clearly, no one was home, even at such an unearthly hour. A note was propped up beside a lime-green lunch box. ‘Water the plants’ it read. She carefully placed the lunchbox in her bag and heaved the main door open.

The cool morning wind greeted her in a rare gesture of kindness. She stepped out and locked the door, checking it twice to make sure no one else could open it unless in possession of a key. Hastily, she rushed down the stairs, paying no attention to the withering plants which badly needed watering. ‘It would probably rain anyway’ she thought as she began her slow descend at the top of the stairs.

And there he was.

She bounded down the stairs, her feet moving in quick succession. With a final leap, she knocked into his frame, almost knocking him over with the surprise gesture. He turned around and smiled that warm, gentle smile that only he owned. He was not a heart-stopper, but his appearance was no doubt attractive.

Few people could pull off a fashion stunt in a school uniform – he was one of them. The sleeves were folded slightly, and the tie hung at chest level, giving it a free, carefree guise. The shoes were black leather, a material which few students of his age seemed to be interested in. Carelessly, he shook his eye-length hair out of his face.

And he took her hands.

Firmly.

Plague of My Heart (28/10/06)

This was my first story on fictionpress.net

Written on: 28/10/06

I looked across the room. There she was, the everlasting pillar of energy. I studied her every feature. Her large, mystifying eyes were the highlight. They could break down the shallow, weak-minded defense of any man and reach into his heart.

And there was the nose. In contrast to her eyes, her nose was small, but contemplated well with the upper regions of her face.

If that alone weren't enough, i spotted her mouth. Like thin slices of peach, they shone even in the darkest of days. One would want to kiss her lips, and never let go.

In my eyes, she was perfect. Lively and bubbly, she was that star. The star that never failed to brighten my day, even if the things she did had nothing to do with me. She was my angel. Just looking at her could make me smile.

And i laughed at myself. She hardly sees me as part of her life. Mixed feelings of anguish and love constantly plague my heart, each wanting to eliminate each other. I could just hate her, erase her from my world. But anguish, was always vanquished when she turned and looked. Even for a split second, it would seem to me as an eternity.

“Kaisan Minadowa!” the evil, frogged faced beast called from the white board. “Stop dreaming and name me the first five American Presidents... without looking at your book”.

Like a volcano arising from its sleep, i could feel the anger rising. What a dirty trick! I wanted to lift my book and throw it at the beast.

Then, she looked over.

I was stunned momentarily. The class was suddenly empty except for the both of us. Now, she was getting closer, even though neither of us were moving. Closer and closer, until her lips stroked my cheek. I turned and look into her eyes. Those eyes. I leaned forward...

“Kaisan! Stop smooching your book! You are full of nonsense! I want you to rewrite the whole history textbook... 5 times”. Everyone turned, and for a moment, I was the dunce.

And then i saw her smile.