Lost in Love - Chapter 1

When Love was lost, where do you find it?

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

CHARACTERS:

Irish Grace Santillan

Kennedy Co

Kennedy Van Velasco

DESCRIPTION

Have you ever lost your self in the process of being in love? Love is supposed to be a simple word but is very complicated to explain as it doesn’t require you to define what does it really mean rather, it is knowing more and understanding what is the real intention behind why we love. But how we can prove if love was already gone? Perhaps, a second chance or a new found love? Or maybe both?

A new journey of mine. Come with me and let’s unravel the mystery behind.

Chapter 1

Perfect. There's no such thing, you can never be one, no matter how much we try. There would always a gravity that pulls us out away from achieving it and when it is within our reach, it would let us experienced how beautiful and flawless it is but it would only actually be with us temporarily. When you thought it’s perfect, in just blink of an eye, it would shatter you into pieces.

"Irish, wake up..." A voice passed by my unconscious mind. I felt my body went numb. Funny, how I knew I'm numb when I am already numb.

I guess I'm not yet numb.

I answered with a hum, I can't open my eyes because of their heaviness. When I tried to open them, soreness spread around them. It seems like they were bitten by bees.

I hate waking up because it reminds me what was lost. If I can only close my eyes forever, I would gladly do so.

"Are you not going to see Ken today?" My heart twisted with the thought of him. My fists grasped around the comforter I am wrapped with.

Tears pooled my closed eyes, my lips quivered in hope to stop my wail to escape from my mouth. I pulled the comforter to cover myself from my feet to head, my shoulder shakes extremely.

I heard my mom sighs in defeat.

"I love you," She said before leaving me alone.

I went immobile for a few minutes before I decided to get up from bed. I can feel my head spinning and the need to hold on to something becomes a necessity, to hold me in position.

I accidentally touched the bed side where the food is placed, probably brought by my mother, grazed down the floor.

It creates an annoying sound that makes my mood severe. I kicked the broken glass just beside my foot, never minding the pain and the cut that it inflicted.

I step away from the scene and made my way to the bathroom. I look myself in the mirror, gone those lively eyes. The woman in front of me, is different from what she was before. I stared at her for so long, I don't really care now.

I washed my face with water, removing the remnants of my agony. Sighing, with this baggy shirt I'm wearing, it is noticeable how much I lose weight. I'm thin ever since but I never knew that I can reached this point. My face slightly loses their roundness, my eyes and nose were rosy and puffy.

I reached for the dog tag dangling around my neck with my right palm and clutched it. I close my eyes as if I will feel warm if I do it.

Make me feel better, please...

The wind touched my skin as if it is embracing me, it is cold and lonely like what I've been feeling. I kneel down and put the flower just above the grave and lit a candle.

I silently pray.

I wouldn't be able to received flowers for you for I would be the one to give it to you. I would no longer lit up a candle to our every dinner date because it would be different now. It wouldn't be our table that I am lighting up anymore, it would be your tomb starting today.

It's been months since I lost you, I still couldn't believe that you're gone. It feels like a nightmare, if only I can wake up.

My tears fell once again as old memories flashed right before my eyes.

Those memories you are in, alive would keep me alive. I shall continue living but it's easier to say than do because in everything I do reminds me of you.

I can't move on because if I do, I might forget you.

I love you so much

Hours passed, I am still seated on Ken's grave, crying my heart out. It is possible to not be tired, it has been months since the wound was created, instead of recovering, it becomes worse.

My eyes run out of tears; I couldn't control the escape of my hiccups. My breath shortens, my vision becomes blurry and it didn't take a while before I felt that I was being swallowed by the dark.

This comforts me. 

I just received a message from Aaliyah that she could no longer make it to our plans for this week because of an emergency that suddenly came out at the last minute. It was fine though but I couldn't help but to worry about her. She never said any details regarding the reason for her emergency, I don't have a choice but to honor it.

From: Aaliyah
       Sorry, can't make up today. Just met an emergency.

No problem. Take care.

I type in my reply. Now, where should I go? I stood up from the wooden bench and line up to get a ticket for a ferryboat. I open my email and open the message from Aaliyah. It's our itinerary.

It's my first time to actually travel alone. I looked around the place like a fool, in hope to familiarized with my surroundings. I don’t want to be lost somewhere I’m not acquainted with.

"One ticket please," I told the woman that was working for the ticket store. She peeked out her head and look at me expectantly "One ticket," I repeated.

"Sorry hehe. I though you’re with that handsome man," I heard her say but just ignored her. I thanked her and received my change.

Thirty minutes before the boarding, I decided to roam around. The sun is nearly rising and I wouldn't let this opportunity passed in without capturing it. It is not every day that I was able to witness this. I mean, the sunrise at the middle of the sea.

I took several angles of it that I almost forgot the time. I was too immersed in browsing those photos and if not because of that annoying announcement from the megaphone, I wouldn't wake up from being enchanted.

I stride going to the dock and the announcer made me more nervous because of his super exaggerated calls for the passengers. I was half running just to get there and when it announced that one more minute is left, I run with all my might and almost tripped when the heel of my stiletto got stuck on the hole.

"What sorcery is this?" I whispered, already covered with sweats. I wiggled the heel off but it just can't be removed. The heel just fit perfectly at the hole.

The ferry horns that it terrifies the hell out of me. I couldn't think straight because of the tension that is happening inside my body. Without giving a thought, I removed its strap from me and run off with only one of my stilettos.

I made it inside the ferry.  I’m running out of breath as I hold my knees for support. I threw myself in one of those plastic chairs together with my bag and bought a bottle of water to the man that sells it that just passes by in my area.

I coughed as I choked on my water and pat my chest repeatedly. F*ck, this can be possibly be my cause of death, right?

Minutes passed by as I’m aware that I’m back at being normal. The ferry is already drifting away from the dock when I have completely grasped the situation. I gasped exasperatedly and immediately went to the deck’s railing and witness how my red stiletto is already in the possession of a stranger. My heart flatlined when he heartlessly threw my stiletto across somewhere the sea. I hyperventilated and nearly wailed that it somewhat causes a little disturbance among the passengers.

"NO!" I shouted. I don't know where it went. I want to cry.

That heels are from Alexander McQueen for goodness sake! I wanted to bashed my head because of my stupidity. That heels cost an arm, a leg, and a kidney. How can he throw it away without remorse? I felt my soul leaving my body. If only, I haven’t panicked and decided to take the next ferry, I wouldn’t have lost it. I’d rather pay twice for the ferry than lose a limited edition of that piece.

I entered a what seems to be a cafeteria but a cheaper version that I'm used to, didn't expect it to be fancy since Aaliyah made me ride a public transportation for goodness sake. Judgmental eyes scrutinized me like I've gone crazy. I just lost a shoe, not my mind people. I wanted to shout but this is not the moment for this. I don’t want to make a scene. I hope that people won’t bother me, I might punch them as I’m still in my boiling point.

I ordered an ice cream, which took me so long to decide if I'd buy. I let other people order first so I can copy the way they order. I was munching it seriously when a shadow of a man stopped by beside me. I don't want to look at anyone, but because of my active peripheral vision I was able to detect a creature. I scooped the plastic spoon harshly that it got separated from the the body. I remember the separated stiletto once again.

"Are you okay, Miss? " I wasn't supposed to look at him and give my attention but his voice made me do it. I'm not attracted. I'm mad. I throw daggers in his direction "Easy."

I rolled my eyes and heard him chuckle. I have no time to flirt. Your antics won't work on me. I mentally noted.

He let out a minty breath, I mean a deep breath. I flinched when he reached for my left ankle. My mouth gapes when I recognized what he is making me wear. I stared at my expensive stiletto like it's not real. What the hell? How did it happen?

From my stiletto, my vision traveled upward and met a mischievous one. A smirk is plastered against his lips. He winked at me which caught me off guard.

"Cinderella, huh" He teased me, his voice coated with seriousness.

I blinked several times to adjust with my surroundings. My eyeglasses are not within my reach.

I groaned as I felt my body aches especially my left arm. I looked around and all I can see is white. My body feels like I was beaten to death. A little movement can cause a light pang of pain in every parts of my body.

"Ouch" I groaned as I did my best to endure the discomfort just so I can sit on my butt. I wouldn’t mind because staying my back on the bed might worsen things out, I’d rather sit.

"Are you okay, Miss?" A baritone voice echoed against the room. My heart thuds for an unknown reason. It sounds familiar that I can't look at that man's face, it might be just a hallucination. I shook my head refusing to acknowledge the presence.

"No, it's not real. It's not him," I whispered repeatedly, convincing myself that this is just a mere illusion. It can't be real.

I vigorously shake my head, and pulls my hair to get it out of my mind "No..."

A strong force pulls me to an embrace. I let myself cry and attached myself more to his embrace. This is him. My Ken, it's him!

"Sshhhh, don’t cry" His hand caress my back, back and forth while I tighten my hold around him. I can't let him go. What if he would fade? What if this is just one of my delusions? What if...

Don't fade please... I chanted inside my head

I closed my eyes and succumb to his embrace. He petted my head continuously until I felt better. He reached for my shoulders and made me want to have a clearer view of me.

"No, want to stay here," I managed to mutter but because I'm too weak to fight what I want, he made a way for me to do what he wanted.

He cupped my chin and position it just in front of his face. My lips parted.

"Who are you?" I asked upon realizing my fault.

TO BE CONTINUED...