Since the start of time, men had came to realize the importance of love, friendship and understanding among mutual friends and partners. While most couples would face fights and skirmishes along their path of love and marriage, only a certain amount of people would end up breaking up. However, in love relationship as what I believe, there is no right and wrong. No partner could claim another responsible when havoc wrecked, nor could one bloame another for what had happened.
It goes same for all - that no one, after millions of years could escape the loop of love and the power of time in decision of the outcome. However, for some people, they would choose to avoid and escape rather then face their terror when peril strikes. In this chapter and the following chapters to come, I would try to rewrite the events as occured, of how Mr. Generson had came to find Virgil as his so-called "chosen one" and how she, everlyn had came to fell in love and got tricked.
I must stress again that while the story belongs to the one broken couple, Everlyn and Mr.generson, the words are mind. Any offense written accidentally are my responsibility and mine alone.
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"Class Stand!" Everlyn shouted as loud as she could over the cacophony of voices circling the class as the art teacher, Ms. Charlene San Yoberson walks in airily.
Ms charlene, who was at the age range of 28-32 was somewhat a choosy, spiteful yet sometimes friendly teacher, In normal terms, she would be strict and harsh to the students, expecting the best from everyone, and punishes those who failed her.
Today, she had came in to announce a new project to be done. Our Class (2A1) were to be in groups of 2 and create a project by sewing "manik" onto pencil boxes, whereby the marks will be included into our exam. Upon hearing this, many despaired for fear that such art techniques would be cumbersome and complicated to do.
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Jacques Generson was anxious. Very Anxious. Not an expert in such field, he was worried on how he was going to complete his assignment. At that point, it seems only natural to ask his women of his heart, Everlyn to help him and Everlyn Virgil, being kind and loving and most anticipated to impress her new found caring friend, took the liberty of volunteering to help him sewed his pencil boxed.
Night after night and day after day she sewed, one for herself and another for him. For Jacuqes everlyn had made him a ducky and with his name "Lance" at the lower corner of the pencil box, as a commemoration of her work. sadly though, Jacques had not came to appreciate much of her work and even asked her of why his name appeared there. Virgil, while seemingly innocent, was not as stupid as she pretended to be and she had tediously sewed the ducky and the name together, testing whether her friend would cut it away. If so, then his ducky would shattered like glass on the flood, breaking loose into a million pieces.
Till now of the year 2008, after trying so much for so long to relocate her ducky, Virlyn failed to do so. Person after person she search for the one thing that was once a symbol of their love. Jacques it seemd, had outsmarted her again. he had deliberately (and most naturally) requested her help to sew it, and like the ducky of whose fate is still undertermined, Virlyn fate lies thin upon a string, ready to break in the course of time.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Chapter 2- A Dance With Innocence
Jacques Lance Generson was only 14 in the year 2006. measuring over 165 - 170 tall, he was considered tall for his age. Handsome and faired-skin, he posssesed the most angelic eyes, the most innocent stare and most charming smile. His delicate features and his complexion was an enigma to girls of his age, and most was dazzled by his radiance. A natural and polite gentleman, he was not only good in his academics, but also possesses a powerful future, promising him a seat in the top rulers of the school band in a couple of years time.
Even so however, he was also well known for his pride and arrogance. With so many girls behind his back begging for him, who would then, dispute his arrogance? Self-centred in nature, he was someone both liked and hated by many, but he was lucky, for he still manages to uphold a relatively good reputation in his class. Jacques Generson has many friends, some of them powerful, some influential and some witted and thus, it is no wonder that he was respected.
This day however, Jacques was especially careful with his attitude. He soften himself, and was wary not to display his high and mighty self. It was evening and a gnetle breeze was slowly blowing soothingly. Standing beside him was Everlyn Virlyn.....
Even so however, he was also well known for his pride and arrogance. With so many girls behind his back begging for him, who would then, dispute his arrogance? Self-centred in nature, he was someone both liked and hated by many, but he was lucky, for he still manages to uphold a relatively good reputation in his class. Jacques Generson has many friends, some of them powerful, some influential and some witted and thus, it is no wonder that he was respected.
This day however, Jacques was especially careful with his attitude. He soften himself, and was wary not to display his high and mighty self. It was evening and a gnetle breeze was slowly blowing soothingly. Standing beside him was Everlyn Virlyn.....
Friday, August 8, 2008
Chapter 1 - Distant Memories Relinquished
On a fateful night in August 2008, the silence of the tranquil night was shattered with the ringing of the house phone. Still groggy and confused and most reluctant to answer the phone, i finally decided to pick it up after facing defeat with curiosity. I was both surprised and shocked to hear the voice of Evelyn Virgil (The name was altered) on the phone.
"Hello..Is it this Zerga?" She was whispering over the phone. It was way past midnight at that point of time.
I answered casually and asked her of her late phone call. As I myself was forcing her the question so directly, she waste no time in telling me that the reason she called was that she was in fear that the following morning, she would be demerit for her charged guilt, skipping classes. Half amused and half worried, I calmly reassured her that all was well and she was worrying for nothing.
"Mr. Dragonstea Natel (altered name) would not bear to deduct your marks, its simply impossible since you have such plausible reasons" I told her reassuringly, hoping that for once her anxious mind would give herself her break.
However, to my dismay and astonishment she became talking in rapid tone of how she had got herself into this bad situation and of how bad her premonition is about tomorrow's meeting with Mr Natel. Now attentively, i listened with caution, knowing only too well of Everlyn's weak and emotional personality. Troubled, she began accusing herself of sins she never even committed, then silently breaking down into sobs. Tears, as what i imagined must have rushed down her cheeks, for in a moment or two the sobs worsens and she broke down into tears, crying helpless of her misfortune, blaming herself and the teacher for her most unfortunate mishap.
After much counselling and assurance she finally cooled down a bit, but not for long. She then began relating about then coming exam and how she had failed to studied diligently. I sensed depression in this poor girl's soul but could not comfort her in anyway, only to listen to her complaints.
"If I had read my physics a week ago..If I had read my biology...If I had" Everlyn began and continued torturing herself with the on-going game of "If"
"If I had done everything a little while back then maybe I would be able to get good results..BUT ITS ALL MY FAULT! WHY am i so lazy? WHY?" She continued, this time more fiercely.
After satisfied about complaining on her examination preparation, she began telling me stories of her love life, torn asunder by the one man she still loves now. Venturing deep into the root of her pain and torment for the two years since she met him, I felt a deep sadness towards Everlyn, sorry for her misfortune and torment for the last two agonizing years.
It was 1 hour after everything to be said was said and we hanged the phone, this time a more comforted Everlyn hanging up. Dressed comfortably and sitting in front of my study desk, I couldnt bring myself to study, only to think of how sad Everlyn must be over the days so lonely spent. How harsh had her loved one hurt her and treated her. It was because of the long talk and conversation that i came to realize that for most people, they had taken love for granted, love from friends, from families, from partners. While we are contented with our lives filled with tender love, some are struggling to obtain even the smallest amount of love from whom they cherished. Touched, I was inspired by Everlyn to start this blog of mine, chapter by chapter, I would began to recontrust the tragic story of hers from the day it all started.
While some of the plot would be different from the actual story, I would try to ensure that as much as I can of the original plot is preserved. In this blog however, all names and character would be altered mostly according to initials of the names of true people.
And so the epic story began, when memories of the past were relinquished, tears of sorrow and pity began pouring, reminiscing the reluctant past of Everlyn, my friend of whom who suffered her love torn.
"Hello..Is it this Zerga?" She was whispering over the phone. It was way past midnight at that point of time.
I answered casually and asked her of her late phone call. As I myself was forcing her the question so directly, she waste no time in telling me that the reason she called was that she was in fear that the following morning, she would be demerit for her charged guilt, skipping classes. Half amused and half worried, I calmly reassured her that all was well and she was worrying for nothing.
"Mr. Dragonstea Natel (altered name) would not bear to deduct your marks, its simply impossible since you have such plausible reasons" I told her reassuringly, hoping that for once her anxious mind would give herself her break.
However, to my dismay and astonishment she became talking in rapid tone of how she had got herself into this bad situation and of how bad her premonition is about tomorrow's meeting with Mr Natel. Now attentively, i listened with caution, knowing only too well of Everlyn's weak and emotional personality. Troubled, she began accusing herself of sins she never even committed, then silently breaking down into sobs. Tears, as what i imagined must have rushed down her cheeks, for in a moment or two the sobs worsens and she broke down into tears, crying helpless of her misfortune, blaming herself and the teacher for her most unfortunate mishap.
After much counselling and assurance she finally cooled down a bit, but not for long. She then began relating about then coming exam and how she had failed to studied diligently. I sensed depression in this poor girl's soul but could not comfort her in anyway, only to listen to her complaints.
"If I had read my physics a week ago..If I had read my biology...If I had" Everlyn began and continued torturing herself with the on-going game of "If"
"If I had done everything a little while back then maybe I would be able to get good results..BUT ITS ALL MY FAULT! WHY am i so lazy? WHY?" She continued, this time more fiercely.
After satisfied about complaining on her examination preparation, she began telling me stories of her love life, torn asunder by the one man she still loves now. Venturing deep into the root of her pain and torment for the two years since she met him, I felt a deep sadness towards Everlyn, sorry for her misfortune and torment for the last two agonizing years.
It was 1 hour after everything to be said was said and we hanged the phone, this time a more comforted Everlyn hanging up. Dressed comfortably and sitting in front of my study desk, I couldnt bring myself to study, only to think of how sad Everlyn must be over the days so lonely spent. How harsh had her loved one hurt her and treated her. It was because of the long talk and conversation that i came to realize that for most people, they had taken love for granted, love from friends, from families, from partners. While we are contented with our lives filled with tender love, some are struggling to obtain even the smallest amount of love from whom they cherished. Touched, I was inspired by Everlyn to start this blog of mine, chapter by chapter, I would began to recontrust the tragic story of hers from the day it all started.
While some of the plot would be different from the actual story, I would try to ensure that as much as I can of the original plot is preserved. In this blog however, all names and character would be altered mostly according to initials of the names of true people.
And so the epic story began, when memories of the past were relinquished, tears of sorrow and pity began pouring, reminiscing the reluctant past of Everlyn, my friend of whom who suffered her love torn.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Prologue
Her instincts would have warned her against her actions, her senses would have stopped her from insanity, and her ability to think rationaly would have suppressed herself from sinking deeper yet her heart had freed her of all worries. Against all odds she plunges herself into a world of love and bitterness she had yet to explore, a world where for once she found shelter in a harsh uncaring world yet the very world that brings herself crumbling down.
It was February 2006, a very insignifcant month in an unimportant year. Yet it symbolises the start of an epic tale, an on-going tragedy that is agonizing even to this day, the budding of a love flower. Innocent, carefree and very much a stranger to the feelings of love she could feel, she had not been careful enough to see through the facade of evil seeds inside the mind and body of one of most considered handsome boy in class and school. His exquisite facial features had blinded her heart, and his charming figure had naturally seize her soul. Still unsure of how and what, the boy had boldly approach her, then tackled her feelings. A mastermind in such aspects, he had manages to overpowere her mind and soul in a short period of three months time. For a moment there people have been fooled of his eagerness and heartiness. While some skeptist dismissed his actions as somewhat irresponsible to pour feelings onto a girl yet did not grace her with a tittle, the girl had been the least bothered by this , ardent and stubborn that one day, all dreams would come true.
This is the start of a tragic story, a story written based on true events and occasions. Countless tears and sleepless night had passed through the years with torment for the one girl who had not been careful. Today she lives amongst us as a zombie with a reluctant past, a zombie that could not bear to love once again, someone who had traded love with her soul and got betrayed.
It was February 2006, a very insignifcant month in an unimportant year. Yet it symbolises the start of an epic tale, an on-going tragedy that is agonizing even to this day, the budding of a love flower. Innocent, carefree and very much a stranger to the feelings of love she could feel, she had not been careful enough to see through the facade of evil seeds inside the mind and body of one of most considered handsome boy in class and school. His exquisite facial features had blinded her heart, and his charming figure had naturally seize her soul. Still unsure of how and what, the boy had boldly approach her, then tackled her feelings. A mastermind in such aspects, he had manages to overpowere her mind and soul in a short period of three months time. For a moment there people have been fooled of his eagerness and heartiness. While some skeptist dismissed his actions as somewhat irresponsible to pour feelings onto a girl yet did not grace her with a tittle, the girl had been the least bothered by this , ardent and stubborn that one day, all dreams would come true.
This is the start of a tragic story, a story written based on true events and occasions. Countless tears and sleepless night had passed through the years with torment for the one girl who had not been careful. Today she lives amongst us as a zombie with a reluctant past, a zombie that could not bear to love once again, someone who had traded love with her soul and got betrayed.
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