?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
? Chapter Twenty-Eight ?
~She could see but she still couldn’t see him~
?BALLERINA?
She stared into the garden, surveying the beauty of the flowers and roses.
It was funny. How the world seem to be fine when the humans living in it were not fine _like her_
She walked closer to a yellow rose and plucked it out, holding it in between her thumb and index finger, tears rolled down from her face. She quickly sniffed, as if trying to prevent herself from crying har-der but she couldn’t stop.
Why?
Why does life have to be so unfair?
Why her?
Why not someone else… someone that isn’t her? Huh?
Why can’t she be happy?
She have always wanted to be able to see and now that she was able to see, she lost the only family she has in the whole world.
She was practically alone now with no one to love her, no one to laugh with her, no one to scold her, no one to hug her and keep her warm, no one to encourage her.
She thought she could actually be strong and do what her aunt asked her to do but she just can’t forget everything and pretend like everything was okay.
She sniff at the yellow rose, slowly a smile crept its way to her face.
~FLASHBACK~
*I hate roses.* Ballerina said with a scowl on her face, glaring at the red rose.
Claire plucked out the rose and sniffed at it, smiling. *Why? I mean, it’s beautiful.* She said.
Ballerina rolled her eyes. *It isn’t! It’s just a present you give to the dead when death seem to have taken your love one.* She said in anger.
Claire sighed, walking closer to her beautiful niece. *do you hate roses or flowers because it’s a present given to the dead or what?*
*I don’t know! I just…* She paused. *I hate to accept the fact that my parents are gone but whenever I see a flower or rose, am being reminded that truly they are gone.* She cried.
Claire wrapped her arms around her and began stro-king her back gently. *Do you know why roses are given to the dead?* Ballerina shook her head ‘no’ *It’s like telling them(the dead) that they are beautiful and also wishing them a wonderful time in heaven.* She pulled away from Ballerina, breaking the embrace in the process. *And besides, flowers are not only given to the dead,* She stretched out the rose she was holding to Ballerina. *They can also be given to someone you love.*
~END OF FLASHBACK~
Ballerina dropped to the ground and started crying all over again.
She miss her aunt so much.
She wish she was the one who died and not her aunt.
She wish she was at least able to see her before she died.
She wish….
Ballerina kept crying, hitting her chest as she cried in pain, she was still holding the yellow flower, refusing to let go.
“You can’t keep crying like this.” A voice said from behind, bringing a stop of her little breakdown. Ballerina quickly wiped off her tears and stood up to her feet _ her back was facing the intruder_ “Losing someone isn’t the end of the world, you know.” The person added.
“Mind your business.” Ballerina said drily, not bothering to turn around and face the annoying intruder.
“I would have but I can’t.” The person said.
“What do_” She turned around but wasn’t able to complete her statement when she saw Paulo standing in front of her with a grin on his face.
“Hi.” He waved, still grinning.
“You should have announced your presence.” She said, looking away.
“It’s quite unfortunate that you can’t recognize my voice.” Paulo said, feigning hurt.
“Whatever.” She said rudely, brushing past him and walking back to the hospital. “What did you find out?”
“Nothing.” He answered nonchalantly.
Ballerina stopped walking and turned to give him the are-you-kidding-me look while he returned the look with I’m-serious.
“How can you even say something like that without feeling any shame?”
“Shame? Excuse me, I’m a detect _”
“Exactly my point! How can a detective not be able to figure out one or two things in a fu-cking day!” She threw her hands on the air as if in frustration.
“Listen, I’m not trying to brag here but I’m one of the best detective in my station. And also your case Isn’t just something that can be solved within just one day.” He stated.
“You are bragging.” She reasoned out, placing her hands on her wa-istand giving him a dry look.
“Oh. Whatever.”
She chuckles, shaking her head at his foolishness.
“You just smiled.” Paulo said, smiling.
Her smile slowly fade away and was replaced with a frown. “I want to be alone.” And began walking away.
“DON’T CRY AGAIN!” Paulo said at the top of his voice, making her turn to look at him once again. “Be happy. And see you tomorrow.” He waved before turning around and walking away.
She was amazed.
Amazed at how easy he could make her smile.
She was suddenly reminded about a guy… a guy she had accidentally met in the beach.
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?ACE?
“Hey man.” Paulo smiled, as he sunk into Ace’s bed.
“Where have you been?” Ace asked, gulping down a shot of whiskey.
“Working. How about you?”
Ace shrugged, looking down at his empty gla-ss. “I don’t know.”
“You didn’t go to work?” Paulo asked in disbelief.
“What’s up with that look?” Ace questioned, frowning at Paulo.
“It’s quite a surprise to me actually. I mean, you don’t joke with your job.” Paulo replied with a shrug of his shoulder.
Ace sighed, dropping the empty glas-son the table and running his hand throu-ghhis face. “I think I might be sick.” He said, staring at Paulo now.
Paulo was a bit taken aback by his words. He slowly stood up to his feet. “What do you mean? Are you feeling sick or something?”
“I fainted today.”
“What? How? when? Where? Why? Wait, why didn’t you call me?”
“How would I have called you when I fainted?” Ace reasoned out.
“Oh. True.” He sighed. “What happened?” He asked more calmly now.
Ace hesitate for a while, contemplating whether or not he should tell Paulo but he decided on telling him _after all Paulo was the only person he could confide on_
“There is this memory I keep seeing but can’t remember.” He said.
“Memory? of what?”
“Of two kids. I don’t know.” He said.
“Two kids? Did you see their faces?” Paulo asked.
“Not really.” Ace replied.
“Did the two kids say anything?” He asked again.
“I…I can’t remember.”
“I knew it!”
“Knew what?”
“I think you are suffering from memory loss, Ace. And i think your mother knows something about it but doesn’t want to say anything.”
“Memory loss? But how is that even possible? I mean, I can remember some things from my childhood days so where exactly did this memory loss come from?”
“That’s what I want to find out.”
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?BALLERINA?
“Why did you want to come here, my princess?” Heather asked, walking behind Ballerina.
“To think.” Ballerina answered with a sigh. She look around as if looking for someone.
“Are you waiting for someone?” Heather asked her, looking around as well.
“No. I’m just_” She snapped her head to look at Heather. “Heather,”
“Yes, my princess.”
“Those times when you come around here to look for me, have you come across me speaking to someone? Like anyone? Probably with a guy?” She asked, hoping for a good news.
Heather thought for a while before shaking her head, killing Ballerina’s hope in the process. “None I can remember of.”
“Not even once?”
Heather was about to shake her head no but suddenly said. “I think I have.”
Ballerina’s hope were back up again. “Do you know what he look like?”
“Um…no. Not exactly. He left just when i was coming. Why do you ask, my princess? Do you want to see him?”
Ballerina let out a de-ep breath, looking back at the flowing waters. “I wish I could. Honestly,” She paused for a pretty long time before saying. “He was one of the reasons why I wanted to see again.”
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#To Be Continued…