CHAPTER TWO: HEART THROBBING SO FAST

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• Theory of the Constant Melody   CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE pt. 2

  I COULD SEE THE DIFFERENT LIGHTS OUTLINE of the different rides at the theme park. The temperature seemed to drop, sending chills up my spine. The screams of people haunted the area as the fair rides really stupefied everybody.“So, get a move on; otherwise, we’ll miss the fireworks display,” Uncle Johnson broke the deafening silence. Auntie Fatima and Maricris were behind him, while Acherous was beside me, his hands tucking inside his pockets.“You’ve got be excited, sweetheart,” Auntie Fatima replied, giggling.“Who wouldn’t love fireworks, sweetheart?” He turned to William, their personal driver, and spoke, “Park the sedan at Liam’s Resto. I already talked my friend about it, all right?”“Sure, Sir Johnson,” William answered.“Cyan…” Acherous called me.Looking at him, he screwed up his face shortly before he raked his hair with his fing

• Theory of the Constant Melody   CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE pt. 1

  IT SEEMED LIKE SO MUCH TASKS have happened last night that I had just woken up late. I went straight to Acherous’ room next to mine to search for him. I was baffled how could I initially suss out to walk in on his room.Maybe I just missed him—or some sort of longing for his presence. I really had no clue what’s going on with me.“Hey, Cyan. What are doing there?” Unexpectedly, Maricris came into my sight a little far from the staircase before I could manage to go through my best friend’s room.“Uh… Maricris, h—hello there! I was just looking for Acherous. Could you tell me where he is?” I combed my hair with my fingers and padded barefoot toward her.“Oh… he’s down there. He’s swimming in the pool,” she replied happily and sashayed along for meters to meet me halfway.“Isn’t he? I didn’t know he liked to swim. Over the months, I haven&rsqu

• Theory of the Constant Melody   CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  MY THROAT WAS AS DRY AS SANDPAPER. I glanced up into Acherous’ eyes and pictured my fingers sliding through my hair. Who wouldn’t get anxious if someone has commented what was my status with my best friend? It seemed like an alarm jarring me out of my sanity.“Don’t ask that silly question, Maricris. We’re just only friends, all right?” Acherous excused when he felt the disturbing crisis in my eyes.“But… you looked great together, big bro. Besides, when Mom brought me in Washington, I saw a lot of couples—both men. And—”“Uhm… Maricris,” I butted in and sat silently on the carpet next to her. I could feel my heartbeat; every single pound in my chest that shortly before was kept its rhythm at steady pace. But now, it’s like a drum creating a strong cluster of beats as chaos—that my chest would burst all of the sudden.She’d been playing a video game in

• Theory of the Constant Melody   CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Enjoying the party. Fun. Pirouetting, waving arms above their swaying heads, jumping, giggling and others are mingling; grins turned into broad smiles across their lips. I am really having fun. All day long I’ve been standing by the barricades; all the while during the feast, I sauntered down the avenue and came back after a long walk. It became quite crippling with my poise how my body didn’t meet the succession of rehearsal of the dance moves. Geneva had already arrived at eleven o’clock with her boyfriend, Xavier, before the revelry of others; still however keeping the place neat, otherwise, they will get banned by the authority. Somehow, I grooved. But after several minutes, I took my seat and viewed everyone. In a jiff, someone sat next to me, handing me a glass of wine, cupping it by the stem. “I wonder how do you call yourself,” she preluded

• Theory of the Constant Melody   CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  UPON THE SEASHORE IS A SAILBOAT that captured my attention. I thrust my right hand in pocket, hunching my shoulder, and pulled out my cellular phone.A chill surged through me as the currents were smoothly rippling with a soft hiss by the breeze. Watching kids to plunge into the crystal blue water, producing a fizzing sound, I took a capture of them under the sun which clobbered on my back as if I were to endure because of, perhaps, the caress of air against my face.“Hey, are you enjoying the scenery?” I asked, strolling with Acherous by the seashore. “Guess so,” I pondered like I had thought of it carefully.Walking to a halt, I faced him and slapped him in the forehead. “Bro, I was not expecting this so boring. Come on, talk. I actually prepared for this to make you rejoice,” I soothed.“You really are delirious, bro. You always poke me whenever you want. It injured me…” he groaned in protest.

• Theory of the Constant Melody   CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  DAYS HAD QUICKLY PASSED BY. I have so less time to throw in myself under the clouds that were as puffy as the radiant joy. The bus were running on time as people scurrying on the sidewalk to be off to work and few are ambling along kilometers; others chose to onboard cabs, buses, and trains.The weather is perfect for a long anticipated walk. I have no idea how sheen are those hues of green that welcomed me for a little while. Enjoying the chattering of birds in the trees as I always knew it would always be a wonderful day for everyone.Nothing apparently improved the way I connect with people—so ordinary, commonly the small peck of my timeline can be plotted in any unsurprising ways.Sitting on a railing supported by balusters that extends the threshold to the side of the apartment while playing a radio on the background coming from the landlord’s room, I exhaled heavily and reminisced the old fashioned plays—I don’t care either way if i