WAIT, is that a shooting star?
My eyes squinted to analyze it; only to make my eyes widen due to shock. But the shock was immediately replaced by confusion when I realized it wasn't really a normal shooting star. Its pace…why does it look like a turtle moving on its own? Like, seriously, shooting stars have their normal fast paced motion, right? But this one…this one looks pretty peculiar to me…
But no matter what its pace, isn't in the first place, it is still a shooting star?
My hands unconsciously intertwined with each other as I close my eyes shut. Truth to be told, I don't believe such things like shooting stars and wishing wells—even the 11:11 wishing time that they're talking about was too absurd for me to believe.
I once wished at any of those but none of them granted my wish.
But the situation is way too different now. How different? Different to the point that for the first time in my life, I would believe these things. I would believe they're true. I would believe they grant wishes as rumors say. And this would be the last time I'll be doing this ridiculous thing. Because once this absurd thing didn't work again, I don't know what to do now.
"I hope you to be with me here, Sam…" I said as I took a deep breath. "Sam, please…? I just can't take this anymore. I need your help to take away this pain. The pain…the pain is too much. I don't know how long I would be able to hold this that's why I really need you. Now. Just…just give it to me this time, Sam…please make me happy," I said while staring intently at the weird paced shooting star. Hoping it heard my pain and struggles.
For the whole time, I let myself cry a river until I felt myself drift into sleep.
I WOKE UP as the sunshine hits my face. I felt the numbness on my eyes as I tried opening it. Perhaps because of the drama I did last night.
I rubbed my palms over my face. Trying to make myself woke up in order to make it up to my classes. I stretched my arms before leaning at the headboard. A yawn also came out of my mouth after finally making my eyes open. I blinked a few times when I realized the changes in my room. Clean was an understatement to describe the changes.
What…happened?
Still shocked at my cleaned room, a voice awoken me from my reverie.
"Good Morning, Laura."
"Good Morning too— aaaaah! Who are you?!" I almoat fell unto my bed but fortunately he caught me deftly. Our faces was about centimeters long. And that was when it came to me. "Q-Qen? W-What are you—why are you here?"
To be honest, I wouldn't be so shock seeing someone inside my room. Even if it's an alien who came in my room, I wouldn't be that shocked. But it is Qen we're talking about here. Q-E-N! It's impossible for someone like him to have him around my room—even at my house!
I saw how his lips curve into a smile. I used to see him smile but this one is different. I don't know the difference either but there's this something that tells me it wasn't his usual smile like I always see. "Sorry to burst your bubble but… I'm not Qen and will never be."
"What?" I asked, still dazed about his sudden appearance.
"I just looked exactly like him but I'm not the Qen you're talking about."
"Wait, I can't understand you, Qen. What do you mean about—"
"I said I am not Qen. And I'm—"
"Why won't you be Qen? Of course you are Qen—" I stopped when he placed his finger at my lips. My heart hammering inside.
"I'm not Qen because I'm Sam. The man of your imagination." My jaw finally dropped. "It's nice to finally meet you in your reality, Laura."