Love Notes 2 #11
16 Oct 2010 4 Comments
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I got out of my car. I folded the envelope and slid it into my handbag. The image of the strange man earlier remained so clear throughout the time I walked towards the door that led to the lifts. His suspicious posture and constantly lowered head haunted me. When I got to the door, I gave its knob a firm grip before I turned it. But it was tightly locked on the other side.
It took me a while to realise that the door was locked because my mind was clearly not with me at that moment. I then, turned around and headed towards the main carpark exit which I drove my car through earlier. I walked and walked until I was out in the open.
Greens surrounded me and the familiar benches were neatly arranged in front of Mesley’s. Normally, the sight of patients strolling in that area would be the first thing that would strike others into knowing that Mesley’s was a hospital. But that morning was simply too early for a stroll for anyone.
My first step on the juicy green grass made a gentle “shh” sound and then followed by another and another as I approached the main entrance. Soon, I was walking past the straight row of benches lining the way to the hospital. All the benches were vacant except one.
A bulked up, messy-looking man sat on one of them. He kept his eyes on me as I passed right in front of him. He wore a pair of dirty and washed-out jeans, a denim jacket and a white t-shirt underneath. His face had a dark complexion and stubbles covered his lower jaw and around his lips. He had a brutal, sadistic look in his eyes. And I remembered him.
It was that man from my dream. The one who OD-ed and was brought to Mark for treatment. One of the men who attacked Jake and me in the alley.
I nervously quickened my pace. It felt like it took forever for me to get inside. I silently let out a deep sigh of relief when I had entered the hospital. And to my horror, Mark hurriedly walked in my direction from his wards. He noticed me looking at him but he didn’t stop to speak to me. Instead, he lowered his head and dashed out through the entrance.
And he stopped. Right in front of the man on the bench and sat down with him.
Love Notes 2 #10
14 Oct 2010 1 Comment
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He was in a grey baseball cap, a black t-shirt too big for his size and a pair of blue bootcut jeans. When he saw my car coming, he threw a white envelope at the direction of my windscreen and started to run. He was really careful as he lowered his head at all times so that I could not see his face. Moreover, the lights that lit the area were fairly dim for me to make out his features. I immediately stopped my car when the envelope slapped against my windscreen.
When I got out of my car, that mysterious man had vanished.
“Who was that?” I whispered to myself, still a little shaky in my knees.
I circled my car and searched beneath it for the envelope. Then I found it on the ground under my front passenger seat. I picked the white envelope up. I looked around for the man to come back but I was alone in the middle of the parking lots.
Then, I started to open the envelope and I pulled out a piece of paper folded inside of it.
In blue ink, it read, “DO NOT LEAVE HOME TOMORROW.”
A piercing chill ran down my spine. Was that note meant for me? Or was is just a prank?
I gripped the note tightly in my palm and got back into the car. I slowly maneuvered my car into my usual parking spot.
Who was that man?
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Love Notes 2 #9
13 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
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Jake spent the whole day with me on that Sunday. We talked about everything. Circumstances, our future, his future, my job which I clearly had to quit because I wouldn’t want to bump into Mark everyday, his family and mine. But no matter how difficult we predicted everything was going to be, Jake didn’t for once back down from his decision to be with me.
That night, I laid in his arms in bed. The dim silver moonlight radiated through the drapes of my bedroom, highlighting the details of Jake’s youthful, handsome face. Those loving eyes were the same ones I saw for the first time outside my university 14 years ago.
“Jake?” I whispered.
“Yeah?” he answered.
“Why are you so sure?” I asked.
“About what?”
“About me being the one. You gave up everything to be with me. Why are you so sure that I’m the one?” I frowned.
“I’m not. I don’t know if you’re the one who’d be with me till I grow old. I don’t know if you’d be my wife. I don’t know if you’d wanna lead a life with me. But all I know is that I love you,” he said.
I kept quiet.
I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep that night because when I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock at 6 am, Jake was still asleep. Monday morning.
I washed up and got dressed quietly, trying not to wake Jake up. I left early for Mesley’s Hospital without breakfast to avoid the Monday morning traffic. The drive to work was fairly breezy as other drivers had yet to start their journey to work and morning drivers are generally more considerate.
In merely 30 minutes, Mesley’s was right ahead of me. 8 am. Suddenly it became clear to me that I might not see my workplace ever again as I made up my mind the night before to hand in my letter of resignation.
I naturally drove into the underground parking lots and headed towards my usual spot. As I turned the corner, I noticed someone leaning against the pillar next to my lot. When I drove closer, I took a good look at his face.
Love Notes 2 #8
11 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
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Mrs. Sullivan and I both turned our heads at the same time. Jake was standing at the door, one hand holding two cups of coffee on a cup tray and another holding a paper bag. He looked confused and frustrated. His mum’s hand was still tightly gripping my wrist.
“Jake, I a…” she said, loosening her grip on me.
“Take your hand off her!” he instructed.
And she did. “Jake, I didn’t mean to. I saw you leaving and I…” she explained pitifully.
“Mum, don’t you get it? I WANT to be with Eva. There’s nothing you can do to stop me. And please, don’t ever lay hands on her again,” he demanded, frowning. Jake looked really intense. He had that same look like that night when we were attacked at the alley. Protective over me.
“What about your future, Jake? What about all the money we have invested in your life? You are about to throw it all away and you want us to shut our eyes and let you?” she said, tears rolling down her face.
“It’s MY future, mum! MINE! And whoever said me being happy with Eva would ruin my future?” he yelled back.
I once watched a movie when I was a kid. It was one of my first love movies. In that movie, one of the actors said that love is selfish and that it knows no rights and wrongs. I believed in those lines. Well, at least I thought I did. But through the years, I realised that I had lost that belief. Every day of my life, a little bit of that line gave way to reality. My mind flashed back to the movie. I remembered how the couple went against all odds to be together and indeed, it was selfish but they were happy. They ran off into the sunset at the end of the movie. So where was my sunset? Where was that sunset that Jake and I could run into to end the obstacles?
By the time my mind travelled to the end of the movie, the door to my apartment slammed shut. There was only Jake in front of me. He put down all the things in his hands and took me into his arms.
He whispered, “I’ll never let you go through that again. I’m sorry.”
I nodded as I rested my head on his shoulder.
“I want us to be together, Jake. Let’s find our sunset,” I murmured.
Love Notes 2 #7
09 Oct 2010 2 Comments
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It was Mrs. Sullivan. Mark and Jake’s mother. Why was she there? Did she know that Jake spent the night there?
I felt myself holding my breath when I turned the handle of the door. Soon, I was standing face-to-face with her.
“M…Mrs. Sullivan? Wh..what are you doing here?” I studdered.
“May I?” She asked, gesturing for an entrance.
I nodded, moving out of the way as she walked calmly into my apartment.
As soon as she sat down, I asked, ” Would you like to have some…” But before I could show her some hospitality, she interrupted me.
“I’m not here for drinks. Sit down. There are things I need to know,” she instructed, seemingly forgetting that it was my apartment.
But I obediently sat down. It wasn’t fear that got the best of me that morning. It was guilt. I had broken her family apart. I feared for the moments that she might ask for reasons and explanations. I really wasn’t convinced myself to begin with. How was I to explain my reasons on being with Jake and spending the night with him?
“Eva, let me tell you something. Jake was a good kid. He was all that a parent could ask for,” she started.
“Was?” I asked.
“What? You still think he is after he ran away from home to spend the night with you?” she questioned sarcastically. She knew that he was in my apartment after all.
I lowered my head.
“Have you the slightest clue how old he is? You are 30, for God’s sake! He has a life to live! So stay out of his life, Eva!” she said, starting off softly but ending with a harsh and loud tone.
“M..Mrs. Sullivan, I’m really sor…” I said but was again interrupted.
“I don’t need apologies. Just stay away from my younger son! If Mark can forget this and continue to be with you, I absolutely won’t object but I doubt your relationship with him can ever be the same again,” she warned.
As she continued to warn and throw accusations at me, I was in a state of self-doubt again. Just moments ago, I thought I would go with my decision to be with Jake and no matter what obstacles that would come my way, I vowed to overcome it. But now, this. My first head-on obstacle. What was I supposed to do?
“Mrs. Sullivan, I think it’s enough,” I suddenly declared.
“I am not done speaking! You are 30, not 13! Stop being childish! If your mother didn’t teach you manners, let me do it for her. So now, YOU listen to me! Until you promise me to stay away from Jake, I will not leave!” she shouted at me while standing up.
“Mrs. Sullivan, I don’t think that I’ve disrespected you one bit since you entered and I don’t intend to either. So please, I’ll make it clear to you now and you have to leave,” I paused and spelled out to her. “I WILL NOT LEAVE JAKE!”
I began to walk towards the door to show that I was ending the conversation. I opened the door to ask her to leave and when I was about to turn to where she stood, she rushed towards me angrily.
And suddenly, I heard a loud thud on my right cheek, accompanied by a sharp pain on it. She had slapped me.
I held my painful right cheek. For that split second, I didn’t know how to react. But she knew exactly what to do. She grabbed my hand away from my cheek and said, “Don’t try to be difficult with me because…”
“Mum? What the hell are you doing?!”
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Love Notes 2 #6
08 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
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The bright and glaring Sunday morning sun greeted me through the sheer, white drapes of my bedroom. I lazily pulled the comforter and shielded my face with it. Then everything that happened the night before slowly replayed on my mind. Jake came over, I remembered. In fact, I didn’t remember him leaving.
Of course, I didn’t. He spent the night with me.
I knew that it wouldn’t be right to have Jake there with me. But somehow, my heart yearned for us to be together. All my life, I had been doing things according to the book. Maybe I was getting sick of the book.
I pushed the comforter away from my face. Then I realised that I was still in the same dress as the evening before.
I turned to my side.
“Jake?” I called out in my groggy, morning voice.
But he wasn’t there. Just like that morning 14 years ago.
Instead, there was a note on the pillow.
<Gone to get us something to eat.>
<P/S: Last night couldn’t have been better, Eva. I love you.>
At that moment, I wasn’t sure what to do. I wasn’t sure if my actions the night before was truly rational. We didn’t actually sleep together but I did have him over. But I knew that there was no turning back. I had to stop doubting my decisions and just go with it.
I got up and reached into my wardrobe for my pink bathing robe. I needed to take a long bath to clear my mind. But right before I entered the bathroom, the doorbell rang.
DINGGGG DOOONNGGGG…..
I thought that it had to be Jake. He must have forgotten the housekeys.
Still yawning, I stretched myself while walking towards the door. I gripped the handle of the door, ready to turn it. I unknowingly looked through the peephole as a habit. I gasped in horror when I realised who it was.
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Love Notes 2 #5
07 Oct 2010 1 Comment
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I groggily got onto my feet and walked towards the door. When I got there, I heard the bell, again.
DINGGGG DOOONNGGGG…..
Who could it be? I adjusted my vision through the peephole on the door. Almost immediately, I gasped when I saw who it was.
It was Jake.
I wasn’t at all ready to meet him which was why I asked Mark to tell him to give me some time. But why was he there? Was that him being childish or he simply cared too much to leave me alone? I wasn’t even sure if I knew what to tell him.
My chain of thoughts was broken when he started knocking on the door.
“Eva, I know you’re in there. I know you need some time off. I just…” he paused.
I heard him sigh. I continued to observe him through the peephole as I still hadn’t assembled all my thoughts to tell me my decision. I couldn’t ignore the fact that I really missed the night that we spent together in his house. I missed being in his arms. It might have been 14 years ago, but the sensation of his lips against mine wasn’t something easy to erase. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. I felt security and care. I felt being cherished and protected.
He sat down on the floor in front of my apartment unit.
“Eva, I know I’m pushing you too hard. Tell me to stop and I will,” he said under his breath. “You must think I’m really childish now that it has been 14 years for you. Do you still feel the same for me? I’m willing to drop everything for you,” he continued.
“It’s not worth it, Jake,” I finally said. “You have a bright future ahead of you. It’s not fair. I have already achieved my ambition but you haven’t. Don’t trade it for…” I said but I was interrupted by him.
“You’re worth it to me, Eva! And that’s not up to you to decide. I can still become a doctor. I’ll get a scholarship or a loan. I can still continue studying,” he promised.
“But what would people think, Jake? I’m 33 and you’re 20. People will see us as a joke,” I said.
“People? They really matter so much to you?” he asked.
“Yes, Jake. They do. It’s a lie when many say they don’t care about what others think because they do, Jake,” I replied.
He sighed again. He looked defeated as he stared helplessly at the floor.
“May I please go in?” he suddenly asked.
I felt sorry for him. To see him that way was the last thing I intended to do that late evening. So I slowly clicked open the lock. The door creaked open.
He looked up at me from where he sat. His eyes read hope but he looked tired and weak.
He stood up and headed swiftly into my apartment. He slammed the door shut behind him and immediately held me in his arms. He ran his fingers through my hair with one hand and the other bandaged one on my hips.
He pinned me onto the wall and started kissing my lips passionately.
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