The Thing That's Missing
She finally had the chance to start again, to determine what she wanted to be, what she would look like, and what would be her specialties. She was not too eager about it, but she tried anyway, because almost everyone that she knows did.
The world had become much livelier compared to the last one, to the point that she couldn’t walk five steps without passing by another person. Other people might consider it as a good thing, yet it’s becoming too much for her.
Similarly, she used to like showing up in front of her friends, doing something together in order to create memories to be reminisced in her old days.
Nowadays, however, she is not like that. She didn’t bother to say hi, let alone to tag along with them. This might be because they were already ahead of her, and she didn’t feel like catching up.
But for the most part, it was due to the void that exists within her melancholic heart.
It must’ve been because she had no reason to be there, that the one person she wished to see the most was not there. Then another thought struck her:
She didn’t need a second chance.
She didn’t want to be told that she could redo it all and fix the things that have gone wrong
What she need was a time machine,
Something that would take her back to the times she cherished the most.
Because there was nothing wrong with her past, and she didn’t need to change anything.
It was time that couldn’t be kept at bay, along with his presence that she could no longer witness.
*This is actually a flash fiction assignment from my creative writing class (I took prose)
And it turned out to be better than I expected (or so I think), and that's why you're seeing it here in my blog
The world had become much livelier compared to the last one, to the point that she couldn’t walk five steps without passing by another person. Other people might consider it as a good thing, yet it’s becoming too much for her.
Similarly, she used to like showing up in front of her friends, doing something together in order to create memories to be reminisced in her old days.
Nowadays, however, she is not like that. She didn’t bother to say hi, let alone to tag along with them. This might be because they were already ahead of her, and she didn’t feel like catching up.
But for the most part, it was due to the void that exists within her melancholic heart.
It must’ve been because she had no reason to be there, that the one person she wished to see the most was not there. Then another thought struck her:
She didn’t need a second chance.
She didn’t want to be told that she could redo it all and fix the things that have gone wrong
What she need was a time machine,
Something that would take her back to the times she cherished the most.
Because there was nothing wrong with her past, and she didn’t need to change anything.
It was time that couldn’t be kept at bay, along with his presence that she could no longer witness.
*This is actually a flash fiction assignment from my creative writing class (I took prose)
And it turned out to be better than I expected (or so I think), and that's why you're seeing it here in my blog
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