She is a fighter – her friends always told her. She is strong – no doubt about that. She is smart – exemption every finals is ordinary. She is independent. She was happy but things turned upside down when she met him.

A note is always attached to her computer monitor – yelling “STOP IT!” to make her stop. She’s in love – yes, she is – to a person she can never have. If love is the topic, her friends always call unto her – cos she’s the only person in the group who can give you the worst and realistic advice a brokenhearted wanted. Her friends would always think – she’s the most practical girl in the circle cos she is.

It was a lovely day in 2005 when she quoted someone in a forum. She loves internet – online conferencing, emailing, private messaging, forums, online discussion – but she despise chatting. The guy’s name is Nickel and her username is Dime. Nickel was lonely that time – he badly needs a person to talk to and by chances – met Dime, the happy-go-lucky girl.

Her dinner was overcooked cos she’s preoccupied. It’s been a week of talking to the strangest man in the world – and she giggles. Never did she realize she’s not being herself anymore. She used to enjoy cooking, likes eating, sleep and hang out at night. Though her work is a monster – she manages to chill. But lately, her routine was ruined.

The guy is a sweet tongue – and obviously a player. He’s a nice friend but not a boyfriend material. He loves to flirt around – obvious or not. Two weeks after flirting with her – she found out he’s flirting with Barbie, a popular girl in the forum. Knowing this and seeing that – stubs her heart deeply up to her soul. Unpredictably, she cried. She never cried for a guy before. It hasn’t to be – cos she should not. The guy has the freedom to flirt around cos they’re merely friends.

A week of struggles passed by too quickly – unable to ease and cure a tormented heart. She’s falling apart and her heart was broken into tiny pieces. She thought she found love – yet she found heartache. She thought she’s destined to be happy with him – but fate doesn’t have it.

Books freed her. Books shoulder her pain. Books hear her cries. Books feel her agony. Books show her a new life. She never really like books though – and hates reading. But books revived her and teach her to smile once more.

Now, she’s back on the track again – a bit unhappy but again willed. She caught her old self again and now ready to face a challenge – finding her own personal legend.

She took off the “STOP IT” sign attached to her monitor and smiled as she read the new one “Welcome back, Dime!”.

Labels: anguish, hurt, love, pain, short story

posted by Yesha Gee at Wednesday, March 21, 2007-