A SEQUEL OF A DREAM

By: Regienald P. Apanay

ah, its back.

the touch of the naked black.
mmm, I remember
as I sit beside this pond...
with my prosaic strands
opposing my eyes..."
These he uttered as he sits beside the silent pond watching its content displayed in
the shade of blue.
With tiny glitters in his eyes, he lean to the dancing grass for a while. He heard a
voice.
hey baby, look! said a girl, as it taps the fair shoulder of his. the star is there she
added.
it is a grateful star. Aloofness surrounds its presence , yet it shine still... he
whispered. Again, silence wrapped the field where they were sitting.
A couple of days before that night, a chess tournament was held. His friend invited
him. He gladly participated knowing that she would watch his game.
With the circumstances favoring him, he won. So a curve on his lips appeared. But to
his great surprise, the girl seemed to be happier than him. He got satisfied.
For she was his tears, she was his laughs, for she was his life...anything that could
paint a smile on her perfect face, would complete his day.
With the music being played in no sound and while the girl, who moves slowly, is the
only one his eyes can recognize, he was reminded about a special day when he
handed a piece of paper to the same special girl he is facing. She was crying that
time.
whats this? asked the girl.
mmm he shortly replied with bit of a nod.
there you are, almost swallowed by the waves
I wonder why you keep on struggling
on such a futile fight
why not lackadaisically exit?
leave that senseless condition the girl understand none. To her, it was a short poem.
But it was actually a letter. And it was made by him out of the emotion he had after
seeing the girl being shed by tears, dressed by loneliness.
what does it mean? I didnt understand a thing said the girl
so do I he replied I dont understand why you keep on making that ugly face when
you can do the opposite? he added.
Hmmp, bad. But how?
smile...thatll suit you better. You are...beautiful
Their conversation continued. And he made her smile, at least.
That was 16 months ago but he still remember the exact thing and exact words that
had happen and was said during that time.
Congrats, bro. I didnt know you are that good in playing chess. Maybe it was a bad
decision to invite you to participate, haha said his friend.
nah, I was just lucky he replied.
The girl is still happy and is very proud of him.
Lou, bro a man said. But there was no reaction.
bro! the man repeated. And Lou finally recognized.
Cy, bro said Lou.
you were thinking so deep. You even forgot that not alone said Cy. what were you
thinking by the way? he added.
no, it was nothing Lou replied.
arent you going to sleep then? Since you almost did haha Cy said.
That was 16 months ago but he still remember the exact thing and exact words that
had happen and was said during that time.
Congrats, bro. I didnt know you are that good in playing chess. Maybe it was a bad
decision to invite you to participate, haha said his friend.
nah, I was just lucky he replied.
The girl is still happy and is very proud of him.
Lou, bro a man said. But there was no reaction.
bro! the man repeated. And Lou finally recognized.
Cy, bro said Lou.
you were thinking so deep. You even forgot that not alone said Cy. what were you
thinking by the way? he added.
no, it was nothing Lou replied.
arent you going to sleep then? Since you almost did haha Cy said.
no, not yet. I have to continue and finish a dream while Im still awake
Ill be going then
Cy went to sleep leaving Lou alone in the pond. The latter stayed and stared at the
sky until he was called by Issa, who was the unnamed girl in his reminiscence.
hahaha that was close said Issa
too close, haha. The zombies nearly got us said Lou.
Again for another time he remembered a happy conversation with Issa in one of the
activities conducted during their college days.
However, something seems to be odd. His mood remained sullen despite of
remembering happy moments. From there he was left silent slowly losing
consciousness. Then suddenly, he saw a girl. It was Issa, who was laughing and
having a good time singing in a videoke. While in the middle of the song, the girl
called and asked him to sing. So did he. Song after song, they were truly making a
remarkable memory until a bright luminance enwrapped his whole body. And
eventually, his eyes was unconsciously lifted. The pond which was shaded in blue is
now displayed in its natural color. He felt the touch of the ground. He felt the
greetings of the sun. It is now morning. He look for accompany, but none was given
to him. He wish for a voce, but he heard none.
From there he realized...he was left. Hes alone, therefore. And things were made
clear. It was Issa who left him first. Heading for a different country without disclosing
any reason. It has been 5 years, but it is as if it happened about a day o couple ago
only. And it is also the reason why in spite of good memories hunting him, he couldnt
fake the feelings which also hunt him.
For she was his laughs, she was his tears... when hurt, so long as he remember the
good things, the pain will also remain.