Posted by Paurong sa Biyernes, Pebrero 23, 2007
You would probably hate me. I have this loathsome attitude of being snobbish. I don’t respond to any passersby’s greeting. I would merely walk along the corridors without the tolerance shown on this sort of crap for I just talk to people I really want to talk to. Many people hate me and only a few of my classmates have the guts to converse with me on a day.
Everyone thought that I would be like that for the rest of my life yet everything seems to be changing.
It was a Thursday evening. I had no umbrella that time and so I had nothing else to do but to wait for the rain to end. The rain was so hard I can’t even wait for something magical to transpire.
“Miss, do you need help?” – that sentence rumbled the silence of my dreams. I can’t believe someone has approached me. It was this tall guy offering me his umbrella. His voice was not infuriated; it was gentle as thin air.
It was the first time I accepted a help. And for the least, it came from a guy. He accompanied me to the bus station. Luckily, he was able to hear my weak “thank you.”
On my way home, I realized that I forgot one thing: I forgot to ask his name.
COMING UP NEXT: Wetted teardrops.