"Is Ace there?"
That voice. I haven't heard that for a long time. Years. My train of thought was broken. I was supposed to ask my girlfriend - who opened the door- "Who is it?" But instead, a series of flashbacks played on my mind.
Her beautiful, angelic face. Her laugh. Her touch. Her smile.
"Is Ace there? Can I see him?" Said the voice again.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Tasha's voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is A. I'm a friend of Ace's."
Ah. Friend. Yes that was what we were before the accident happened. She didn't know what happened to me. It was 3 years ago when her mother told me to forget about her. Mrs. V told me that she might not wake up at all after hitting her head so hard on the windshield of my ruined car.
"She's alive?" I heard myself mutter as I came to my senses. But how? All these years, why now? I didn't know what to do, my hands started shaking and the glass of water I was holding slipped and crashed on the floor near my foot.
"Ah!"
"What is it?! Are you okay?!" Tasha appeared on my face all of a sudden. Looking at me with puzzled eyes.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yes. I'm sorry my hand slipped." And I saw the door still open with someone's shadow beside it.
"It's real." My mind spoke. "She really is here." My hands trembled again.
"What is going on? Why are you shaking so much?" Tasha worriedly asked.
"I- I don't know. I feel really tired. I think I should get some sleep." I lied. As I was about to go upstairs, Tasha whispered.
"There's someone looking for you. She said she's your friend."
"A friend? I-I don't remember having any appointment today." I lied again although I knew it was her who was looking for me. I faced the stairs again.
"She said her name is A."
"A? What does she want?" I wasn't supposed to prolong the conversation, but just in case Tasha noticed my weird reaction, I blurted that out.
"Ah, she really didn't say. I can go ask her."
"No. Just tell her I am not feeling good and I need to have some rest."
"O-okay. I'll go tell her. I'll clean the glass up, go ahead and have some sleep." Tasha left.
I immediately ran upstairs. My every step felt very heavy. I wanted to see her. To see how she looked like after 3 years. If my stupid windshield damaged her angelic face. But I had to turn away. I wasn't sure what I'll do when I see her. I wasn't ready.
I tried to get some sleep, but it was unsuccessful. Instead, my mind recalled that day. That memory was long shelved in my mind, and now it's all coming back like it was just yesterday.
My plans for that night were very specific. We've known each other for a year, and we dated. Or I thought we did. That night, I was ready to tell her how I felt. I tossed her a letter while our law professor was busy writing on the board. Very old school I thought. Paper and notes.
She looked back after reading what I wrote. And she nodded at me with a smile. Her smile. It was always so bright. So bright that thinking about it always made me feel lighter, my problems gone.
I had a table reserved for us in one of her favorite coffee shops. We usually go there to study and do tons of homework. But now, I asked Tim, the coffee shop owner to put in a different ambiance for us. Tim even asked if I was going to propose, and I said "No!" But it actually felt like it.
A, she was the girl of my dreams. I was just some loser who entered law school in hopes of finding a smart girlfriend. Yeah, I know such a loser. I was smart, so I told myself, I had to find someone of the same "wavelength" as I am.
But I wasn't exactly a boyfriend material. Some girls I dated before told me that, I was too serious. I didn't drink, I didn't smoke, never even been to school parties. I had been rejected a couple times, but I always thought highly of myself.
My friends even thought I was getting all the girls since I was the "bright boy" or "nerdy-mysterious-boy-next-door" in the group. Turns out, most ladies were intimidated of me instead of being attracted to me. And believe it or not, I never had a single girlfriend.
Then came A. She was that "girl" who turned my life around. She was smart, beautiful, caring, and understanding. She was never intimidated, no matter how my friends told her that I was some "jinxed" guy, she still went out with me. We talked a lot about all kinds of stuff. She was perfect for me.
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That voice. I haven't heard that for a long time. Years. My train of thought was broken. I was supposed to ask my girlfriend - who opened the door- "Who is it?" But instead, a series of flashbacks played on my mind.
Her beautiful, angelic face. Her laugh. Her touch. Her smile.
"Is Ace there? Can I see him?" Said the voice again.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Tasha's voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is A. I'm a friend of Ace's."
Ah. Friend. Yes that was what we were before the accident happened. She didn't know what happened to me. It was 3 years ago when her mother told me to forget about her. Mrs. V told me that she might not wake up at all after hitting her head so hard on the windshield of my ruined car.
"She's alive?" I heard myself mutter as I came to my senses. But how? All these years, why now? I didn't know what to do, my hands started shaking and the glass of water I was holding slipped and crashed on the floor near my foot.
"Ah!"
"What is it?! Are you okay?!" Tasha appeared on my face all of a sudden. Looking at me with puzzled eyes.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yes. I'm sorry my hand slipped." And I saw the door still open with someone's shadow beside it.
"It's real." My mind spoke. "She really is here." My hands trembled again.
"What is going on? Why are you shaking so much?" Tasha worriedly asked.
"I- I don't know. I feel really tired. I think I should get some sleep." I lied. As I was about to go upstairs, Tasha whispered.
"There's someone looking for you. She said she's your friend."
"A friend? I-I don't remember having any appointment today." I lied again although I knew it was her who was looking for me. I faced the stairs again.
"She said her name is A."
"A? What does she want?" I wasn't supposed to prolong the conversation, but just in case Tasha noticed my weird reaction, I blurted that out.
"Ah, she really didn't say. I can go ask her."
"No. Just tell her I am not feeling good and I need to have some rest."
"O-okay. I'll go tell her. I'll clean the glass up, go ahead and have some sleep." Tasha left.
I immediately ran upstairs. My every step felt very heavy. I wanted to see her. To see how she looked like after 3 years. If my stupid windshield damaged her angelic face. But I had to turn away. I wasn't sure what I'll do when I see her. I wasn't ready.
I tried to get some sleep, but it was unsuccessful. Instead, my mind recalled that day. That memory was long shelved in my mind, and now it's all coming back like it was just yesterday.
My plans for that night were very specific. We've known each other for a year, and we dated. Or I thought we did. That night, I was ready to tell her how I felt. I tossed her a letter while our law professor was busy writing on the board. Very old school I thought. Paper and notes.
She looked back after reading what I wrote. And she nodded at me with a smile. Her smile. It was always so bright. So bright that thinking about it always made me feel lighter, my problems gone.
I had a table reserved for us in one of her favorite coffee shops. We usually go there to study and do tons of homework. But now, I asked Tim, the coffee shop owner to put in a different ambiance for us. Tim even asked if I was going to propose, and I said "No!" But it actually felt like it.
A, she was the girl of my dreams. I was just some loser who entered law school in hopes of finding a smart girlfriend. Yeah, I know such a loser. I was smart, so I told myself, I had to find someone of the same "wavelength" as I am.
But I wasn't exactly a boyfriend material. Some girls I dated before told me that, I was too serious. I didn't drink, I didn't smoke, never even been to school parties. I had been rejected a couple times, but I always thought highly of myself.
My friends even thought I was getting all the girls since I was the "bright boy" or "nerdy-mysterious-boy-next-door" in the group. Turns out, most ladies were intimidated of me instead of being attracted to me. And believe it or not, I never had a single girlfriend.
Then came A. She was that "girl" who turned my life around. She was smart, beautiful, caring, and understanding. She was never intimidated, no matter how my friends told her that I was some "jinxed" guy, she still went out with me. We talked a lot about all kinds of stuff. She was perfect for me.
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