A/N: Hi, I haven't posted on this fanclub for at least... a year. :P But, I recently wrote this TxG artikulo and posted it on fanfiction, but I also wanted to post it on here. So, enjoy!
Warning: Viewer Discretion is Advised. This artikulo contains: suicide, dark thoughts.
Until We Meet Again
She was the perfect girl.
Skin as white as the winter snow.
Lips as soft an angel’s melody.
Hair as silky as a wave of gold.
All of this somehow was contained into one girl… my girl.
My fingers trembling, and my lip quaking, my legs were able to drag me onto the local playground, abandoned from the chilly autumn wind.
Memories.
“Come on Trent, it’s fun!” she squealed sliding down the light blue slide.
I played with my fingers, too shy to travel down along with her. I wasn’t old enough. I wasn’t a big boy yet.
My mommy sinabi I wouldn’t become a big boy until first grade.
The thing is, she was two months younger than me.
Yet, she was so courageous and admirable. The way that the wind blew through her beautiful locks of hair.
The spirit of adventure coursed through her veins.
Sometimes, I envied her for how she was. I felt like a coward around her; like I wasn’t good enough and I never would be.
It was the price that I had to pay, having her as a best friend.
All of the other kids on the playground would look up to her as a role-model. Then, they would look to the side and see the scrawny, black haired nerdy boy at her side, and scoff in his presence.
Sad to say that that boy was me.
I was just the friend that followed her around like a virus.
What would I know about being a real adventurer?
“Trent, are you coming?!” I looked up to the pinagmulan of her sweet, melodic voice.
My hands found their way to the cold, metal bench, helping me up from my position and running to her.
Well, I could at least pretend that I was like her… at least for a day.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
My thoughts, rummaged themselves back to reality.
I took in a scent of sweet vanilla, something like the autumn air. My lips slightly curved into a smile, as my fingertips hurried for the gate to the playground, lightly pushing the metal open.
It might have taken me a long time, but I was able to approach a set of swings.
These were our swings.
I found my place at the farthest west swing, gently flipping it over and letting the bottom grace my fingertips.
Engraved- TxG 4ever!
Memories.
“And… there. It’s perfect.” She smiled, setting the pocket kutsilyo back into the comfort of her faded, blue jeans.
She directed my eyes towards the masterpiece, or the engraving on the bottom of the swing.
“Now this is our trademark,” she smiled, slightly biting the bottom of her lip, and setting a strand of black hair gingerly behind her ear.
She softly kissed my lips, and once again, I felt like I was floating on ulap 9.
I genuinely offered a smile, and she returned it.
It was hard to believe the reality of it all.
The Geeky Friend gets the Girl of his Dreams.
When do you ever hear that one?
Probably once in a blue moon.
She sat herself down on my lap, as I took in her scent.
It was beautiful. Everything about her… was purely beautiful.
I knew that she deserved someone better. I wasn’t worthy enough, I never have been and I never will.
The kids on the playground were right to scoff at me. I just wasn’t creditable enough. Everyone seemed to know it… except her.
She allowed herself to be blinded into thinking that I was the perfect guy for her, that I was her prince charming, the one who swept her off of her feet.
Silently, I thank God for that.
I thank God for allowing her to be blind, because I know that if she could really see, she would be gone.
Not another word was sinabi that night at the playground. Who needed them? They would only ruin what was already there.
The illusion.
The illusion of perfect love.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
I looked to the engraving once again- faded and lonely.
Deeply, my sorrow showed as I sighed and went on to continue my journey.
My feet developed a brain of their own as they wandered off to the icecream store. Jerry’s, to be specific. Oh, the countless afternoons that we would spend here.
We must’ve been his best business.
cookies and Cream and M&M’s in a medium cup. That was her order.
Everyday, we would come here, right after school.
Memories.
“Yes, may I please have one cookies and cream in a medium sized cup with M&M’s, and the other, tsokolate in a waffle cone please?” I questioned, plastering on one of the biggest smiles that ever escaped my face in years.
Jerry nodded, a slight curve at his lips.
“You know my paborito ice cream order?” she questioned, eyes shimmering like the moonlight.
“Of course, how could I forget?” I smiled deeply at her.
She smiled back.
If only she could read minds. That would be a big help.
There are just so many things that I feel for her, that couldn’t just merely be put into words.
But, I guess she’ll just never know.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Once again, my lips cracked into a smile, as I headed to my last destination.
Her.
My feet wandered into her home, as I quickly approached her, holding a bouquet of blue marigolds, her paborito flowers.
I struggled to take a upuan susunod to her.
“Hi. It’s nice seeing you again.” My speech was ragged.
“How’s it been going?” I started again, “My dog Scott died last week. Did I forget to tell you that last time I was here? Ha. Anyway, I-I miss you, and wish that you were mine again… I really wish that you were still here with me. That would be really cool.”
I looked to her as she remained unresponsive.
“I-I um still pag-ibig you, and… I always will. I’m sorry for not being the perfect guy, I know that I should’ve done better. I wish I had done better… to please you and see your smiling face every single morning when I woke up. I’m sorry that you had to leave me. I’m so sorry.”
I was almost brought to tears, but the wind quickly blew them by.
There was another moment of silence between us as I took in a deep breath of air.
“Only 5 madami days til I finally do it. In five madami days, we get to see each other again! Isn’t that great news? I-I um, planned everything out already. It’ll happen in my bedroom as I’m lying on my bed. Someone would eventually find me after that. Right?”
Another gust of wind blew by, swiveling its way around my skin and giving me goosebumps.
“Well I should probably get tahanan now. It’s hapunan time at the ‘ol home. But, I’ll come back tomorrow… I promise.”
Standing up, slowly, I placed the bulaklak at her feet, and pressed two fingers to my mouth.
With love, I kissed my fingers, and brought them down to the tombstone of her grave.
“Until we meet again,” I softly whispered to her.
With a quick smile and wave of the hand, I started my journey back home.
My name is Trent Smith.
I am 92 years old.
I committed suicide in able to be with my wife again.
Now, we are in a better place… together.
Even though we may be dead,
adhere to the saying,
‘True pag-ibig Never Dies’
____________________________________________________
A/N: So if you didn’t understand what was going on, when he was saying ‘only five madami days til I finally do it’, he was talking about killing himself to be with her. I think the rest was self-explanatory. I don’t know if it was too emotional or not. Sorry if it was. : ) So thanks for pagbaba and please REVIEW!
Warning: Viewer Discretion is Advised. This artikulo contains: suicide, dark thoughts.
Until We Meet Again
She was the perfect girl.
Skin as white as the winter snow.
Lips as soft an angel’s melody.
Hair as silky as a wave of gold.
All of this somehow was contained into one girl… my girl.
My fingers trembling, and my lip quaking, my legs were able to drag me onto the local playground, abandoned from the chilly autumn wind.
Memories.
“Come on Trent, it’s fun!” she squealed sliding down the light blue slide.
I played with my fingers, too shy to travel down along with her. I wasn’t old enough. I wasn’t a big boy yet.
My mommy sinabi I wouldn’t become a big boy until first grade.
The thing is, she was two months younger than me.
Yet, she was so courageous and admirable. The way that the wind blew through her beautiful locks of hair.
The spirit of adventure coursed through her veins.
Sometimes, I envied her for how she was. I felt like a coward around her; like I wasn’t good enough and I never would be.
It was the price that I had to pay, having her as a best friend.
All of the other kids on the playground would look up to her as a role-model. Then, they would look to the side and see the scrawny, black haired nerdy boy at her side, and scoff in his presence.
Sad to say that that boy was me.
I was just the friend that followed her around like a virus.
What would I know about being a real adventurer?
“Trent, are you coming?!” I looked up to the pinagmulan of her sweet, melodic voice.
My hands found their way to the cold, metal bench, helping me up from my position and running to her.
Well, I could at least pretend that I was like her… at least for a day.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
My thoughts, rummaged themselves back to reality.
I took in a scent of sweet vanilla, something like the autumn air. My lips slightly curved into a smile, as my fingertips hurried for the gate to the playground, lightly pushing the metal open.
It might have taken me a long time, but I was able to approach a set of swings.
These were our swings.
I found my place at the farthest west swing, gently flipping it over and letting the bottom grace my fingertips.
Engraved- TxG 4ever!
Memories.
“And… there. It’s perfect.” She smiled, setting the pocket kutsilyo back into the comfort of her faded, blue jeans.
She directed my eyes towards the masterpiece, or the engraving on the bottom of the swing.
“Now this is our trademark,” she smiled, slightly biting the bottom of her lip, and setting a strand of black hair gingerly behind her ear.
She softly kissed my lips, and once again, I felt like I was floating on ulap 9.
I genuinely offered a smile, and she returned it.
It was hard to believe the reality of it all.
The Geeky Friend gets the Girl of his Dreams.
When do you ever hear that one?
Probably once in a blue moon.
She sat herself down on my lap, as I took in her scent.
It was beautiful. Everything about her… was purely beautiful.
I knew that she deserved someone better. I wasn’t worthy enough, I never have been and I never will.
The kids on the playground were right to scoff at me. I just wasn’t creditable enough. Everyone seemed to know it… except her.
She allowed herself to be blinded into thinking that I was the perfect guy for her, that I was her prince charming, the one who swept her off of her feet.
Silently, I thank God for that.
I thank God for allowing her to be blind, because I know that if she could really see, she would be gone.
Not another word was sinabi that night at the playground. Who needed them? They would only ruin what was already there.
The illusion.
The illusion of perfect love.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
I looked to the engraving once again- faded and lonely.
Deeply, my sorrow showed as I sighed and went on to continue my journey.
My feet developed a brain of their own as they wandered off to the icecream store. Jerry’s, to be specific. Oh, the countless afternoons that we would spend here.
We must’ve been his best business.
cookies and Cream and M&M’s in a medium cup. That was her order.
Everyday, we would come here, right after school.
Memories.
“Yes, may I please have one cookies and cream in a medium sized cup with M&M’s, and the other, tsokolate in a waffle cone please?” I questioned, plastering on one of the biggest smiles that ever escaped my face in years.
Jerry nodded, a slight curve at his lips.
“You know my paborito ice cream order?” she questioned, eyes shimmering like the moonlight.
“Of course, how could I forget?” I smiled deeply at her.
She smiled back.
If only she could read minds. That would be a big help.
There are just so many things that I feel for her, that couldn’t just merely be put into words.
But, I guess she’ll just never know.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Once again, my lips cracked into a smile, as I headed to my last destination.
Her.
My feet wandered into her home, as I quickly approached her, holding a bouquet of blue marigolds, her paborito flowers.
I struggled to take a upuan susunod to her.
“Hi. It’s nice seeing you again.” My speech was ragged.
“How’s it been going?” I started again, “My dog Scott died last week. Did I forget to tell you that last time I was here? Ha. Anyway, I-I miss you, and wish that you were mine again… I really wish that you were still here with me. That would be really cool.”
I looked to her as she remained unresponsive.
“I-I um still pag-ibig you, and… I always will. I’m sorry for not being the perfect guy, I know that I should’ve done better. I wish I had done better… to please you and see your smiling face every single morning when I woke up. I’m sorry that you had to leave me. I’m so sorry.”
I was almost brought to tears, but the wind quickly blew them by.
There was another moment of silence between us as I took in a deep breath of air.
“Only 5 madami days til I finally do it. In five madami days, we get to see each other again! Isn’t that great news? I-I um, planned everything out already. It’ll happen in my bedroom as I’m lying on my bed. Someone would eventually find me after that. Right?”
Another gust of wind blew by, swiveling its way around my skin and giving me goosebumps.
“Well I should probably get tahanan now. It’s hapunan time at the ‘ol home. But, I’ll come back tomorrow… I promise.”
Standing up, slowly, I placed the bulaklak at her feet, and pressed two fingers to my mouth.
With love, I kissed my fingers, and brought them down to the tombstone of her grave.
“Until we meet again,” I softly whispered to her.
With a quick smile and wave of the hand, I started my journey back home.
My name is Trent Smith.
I am 92 years old.
I committed suicide in able to be with my wife again.
Now, we are in a better place… together.
Even though we may be dead,
adhere to the saying,
‘True pag-ibig Never Dies’
____________________________________________________
A/N: So if you didn’t understand what was going on, when he was saying ‘only five madami days til I finally do it’, he was talking about killing himself to be with her. I think the rest was self-explanatory. I don’t know if it was too emotional or not. Sorry if it was. : ) So thanks for pagbaba and please REVIEW!
trent's pov
well its been a taon since me and gwen broke i miss her so much she might not miss me cuz she is with duncan *truns on his ipod to Sandy from Grease and sings along*
(i'm not going to say sandy i'm going to say gwen
stranded at the drivin
trabded a fool
what will they say
monday at school
gwen can u c
i'm inmisery
made a start
now were apart
theres nothing left for me
pag-ibig has flown all alone
i sit and wonder why hy hy hy hy
u left me
oh gwen
OH GWEN BABY
SOMEDAY
when high school is done
somehow someway
are 2 worlds will be one
and paven forever
and ever will be
oh plz say you'll stay
oh gwen
gwen my darlin u hurt me real bad
you know it's ture
but baby u got 2 belive when i say
i'm helpless without you
pag-ibig has flown all alon i sit and wonder why hy hy hy hy
u left me oh gwen
hwen gwen
why why why why
oh gwen
well its been a taon since me and gwen broke i miss her so much she might not miss me cuz she is with duncan *truns on his ipod to Sandy from Grease and sings along*
(i'm not going to say sandy i'm going to say gwen
stranded at the drivin
trabded a fool
what will they say
monday at school
gwen can u c
i'm inmisery
made a start
now were apart
theres nothing left for me
pag-ibig has flown all alone
i sit and wonder why hy hy hy hy
u left me
oh gwen
OH GWEN BABY
SOMEDAY
when high school is done
somehow someway
are 2 worlds will be one
and paven forever
and ever will be
oh plz say you'll stay
oh gwen
gwen my darlin u hurt me real bad
you know it's ture
but baby u got 2 belive when i say
i'm helpless without you
pag-ibig has flown all alon i sit and wonder why hy hy hy hy
u left me oh gwen
hwen gwen
why why why why
oh gwen
Gwen was at her house and she waited for Trent to call her.RING,RING"Hello"said gwen"hey gwen its trent i was wondering if you want to come over"said trent"ok,i'll be there in 5 min"said gwen.DING DONG"WOW TRENT YOU ARE HAVING A PARTY!"said gwen "YAH!"said trent BOOM!!!!!"the power is out, for good"said bridge"hold on"said trent trying to get out but the door was lock"here i'll help you"said gwen but they still were stuck"oof"said gwen and trent"i guess were stuck in here,in the minetime,lets try to find each other"said geoff"ok"said trent
TO BE CONTUNED
TO BE CONTUNED
Trent's mom&Amy-*creep into Trent's room**wispers*1...2...3...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRENT!!!!
Trent-*sits up and moans*
mom-What's wrong Sweetheart?
Trent-Huh...Oh nothing.
mom-Well your mga kaibigan are downstairs.
Trent-I'll be down there in a minute.I have to get dressed.
mom-ok.Love you.
Trent-Love you too.
mom-*shuts door*
Trent-*to himself*Oh my god!!!!18 Finally!!!!*finishes getting dressed and goes down stairs*
Courtney-Well look it's Bambi.
Trent-Why Bambi?
Courtney-I don't know.
mom-They want to take you somewhere.
Trent-Really/
Duncan-Ya.
Trent-Ok then!
Trent-*sits up and moans*
mom-What's wrong Sweetheart?
Trent-Huh...Oh nothing.
mom-Well your mga kaibigan are downstairs.
Trent-I'll be down there in a minute.I have to get dressed.
mom-ok.Love you.
Trent-Love you too.
mom-*shuts door*
Trent-*to himself*Oh my god!!!!18 Finally!!!!*finishes getting dressed and goes down stairs*
Courtney-Well look it's Bambi.
Trent-Why Bambi?
Courtney-I don't know.
mom-They want to take you somewhere.
Trent-Really/
Duncan-Ya.
Trent-Ok then!