Still, Will and Always

Chapter 18 : not a monster

After a lengthy discussion about our group project, we decided to wrap things up for the day and head home. As we exited the mall, we all went our separate ways. Larky was picked up by a car, while Marky hopped on his motorcycle. Before he left, he turned to me and offered, "Hey Van, hop in! I can drop you home."

I quickly declined, saying, "Oh, no, you don't have to. Gavvy and I can walk from here; we live nearby." Marky responded, "I see. Well, take care then! See ya, baby!"

Gavvy, clearly annoyed, retorted, "Baby, your ass! He ain't your baby." As Marky started to ride away, he called back, "Well, he isn't yours either."

I turned to Gavvy and couldn't help but laugh. "Stop it, Gavvy. He was just teasing you. Besides, isn't your middle name Reed?" Gavvy seemed confused and asked, "Yeah, so? What does my name have to do with me being annoyed at that guy?" I simply replied, "You'll find out soon."

As we started our walk home, Gavvy asked, "Van, why did you tell him that we live nearby when the mall is actually in the opposite direction from our house?" I shrugged and said, "I don't know. Did you want me to ride with him?" Gavvy quickly replied, "No! I wanted to spend some time alone with you."

 

Suddenly, I remembered our promise and asked, "Oh, by the way, what do you like about me? You can't avoid the question, remember our promise?" Gavvy responded, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. To answer your question, I like that you like me... Nah, just kidding. I like you. No, I mean, I like that you're true to yourself. You're not selfish, you're kind to everyone, even to your enemies. You don't hold grudges. I want to be kind to you, to take care of you, because no one has ever done that for you. You always put others before yourself, so let me look after you."

His words touched me deeply, making me blush. It felt like I was falling for him all over again. I replied, "Well, I guess I'm just kind because that's how I was raised. Now it's your turn to ask a question." He asked me, "When did you fall in love with me?" His question left me speechless. I had never told him that I liked him, let alone loved him.

Suddenly, Gavvy pulled me closer, leaned in, and kissed me. I was taken aback but didn't pull away. However, I needed to know his intentions, so I asked, "Gavvy, why are you doing this? Are you interested in me? Or are you doing this because you know that I like you?" Gavvy replied, "I don't know, okay? I just wanted to kiss you. The urge to touch you, the feeling of missing you, it all kicked in because of you. I don't even know why I act this way around you, you're not even a girl."

His confession left me stunned. I held his face and looked into his eyes, "Gavvy, look at me. Do you like me?" He gently lowered my hands and, without a word, he turned and ran away.

I followed Gavvy, desperately trying to catch up with him, but I lost sight of him and couldn't find him anywhere. Feeling defeated, I decided to run back home and head straight to my room. As I entered, a whirlwind of thoughts flooded my mind. I couldn't help but wonder what I had done to make him run away. My emotions were indescribable, and the weight of it all felt overwhelming.

I lay down on my bed, still consumed by the events that had just unfolded. The room was filled with a heavy silence as I tried to process everything. Suddenly, my phone began to ring, and I saw that it was Marky calling. I picked up the phone and answered, my voice filled with a mix of confusion and anticipation. Marky greeted me cheerfully, asking how I was and if I had made it home safely. He continued, "By the way, I wanted to let you know that your violin is with me. I'll come to your house tomorrow to give it to you in person."

I hesitated for a moment before responding, "Actually, you don't have to. You can just give it to me at school." Marky agreed, and we ended the call.

After the call, something inside me shifted. I got up from my bed, grabbed a pen and a notebook, and started writing poetry. The words flowed from my heart, capturing the emotions that had been swirling inside me. The poem was about a person and a monster, who turned out to be nothing more than his lover. I titled it "Not a Monster."

  

As I continued to write poetry, pouring my emotions onto the pages in my notebook, a sense of relief washed over me. The feeling of putting my thoughts and emotions into words made me feel light and refreshed from what had happened. With each line, I could feel a weight being lifted off my shoulders.

Lost in the rhythm of my words, I didn't realize how late it had become. The moon’s light pierced through my window, the sound of silence of the night telling me to count sheeps and live in dreams.

Finally, as I felt exhaustion start to seep into my bones, I set aside my notebook and closed my eyes. The events of the day played in my mind like a movie reel, but I knew that sleep would bring me an answer to a question in my head and a chance for a fresh start.

With a deep breath, I surrendered to the embrace of slumber, hoping that when I woke up, a new day would bring clarity and a chance to mend what had been broken.

  

(To be continued…)

 

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Not a Monster 

I recently awoke from a peculiar dream, where I encountered someone incredibly mean, his eyes so sharp, so keen.

I initially thought he was something, but it turns out he was nothing.

He was attractive, prompting thoughts of conversation, but as I pondered, the lights began their dimming sensation.

I looked around, but to my surprise, it wasn't a 'him' but an 'it' in disguise.

I cried out, "Monster! Monster!" but it was just the two of us, and nothing else seemed to matter.

In fear, I ran, calling for my mother, but the only response was the monster's voice, sounding like no other.

To my shock, the voice was familiar, chillingly reminiscent of my ex-lover.

I turned around, and the monster wasn't a creature, but a hugger. I found myself in his embrace, his laughter echoing around us.

As I looked into his eyes, a realization dawned. He wasn't my ex-lover, for our story wasn't over. This was my current lover, standing before me in my dream.

cdts

Gawin - u.e

Clint - miss u 

Blue - hey