© A brunette and a blonde 2011. All rights reserved.
Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Maestrel G. Cataran. This is purely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are used fictitiously,
and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments,
events or locales is entirely coincidental.
This is the book two of a short story entitled “The girl with a black balloon”.
15 years...
15 years of waiting...
15 years of hoping she’ll return...
15 years of thinking what will happen...
Thinking.
Yes, thinking of her.
Thinking that we’re together.
Thinking about us, getting married someday.
Thinking of having a child with her.
I am at the age of eight when I first laid my eyes on her. As clearly as I remember, she was sitting under an apple tree. A weird, white-dull-skin, and blonde little girl wearing a black dress. She seems to be sad. To my curiosity I talk to her. As I can see, she’s a miserable, loner, and cursed little girl. She came running through the woods. I followed her and the next thing I knew, I was at a weird looking place. Black and white bricks. Weird clouds. Weird trees. Everything’s weird.
I remember that day when I enjoyed stepping on the black bricks because each time I step on it the sky keeps turning white.
She yelled at me and threatened that I will die if I keep on stepping the black bricks.
That prettily little rascal took me to meadow and watched the sunset.
I saw her cry and laugh at the same time that day, such a lunatic little creature.
But then again, the next thing I knew, I’m in love.
I can believe that at the age of eight I will feel this kind of emotion.
And the weird part is I fell in love with a weird-pale-skinned-blonde little girl that happens to be cursed.
I don’t want to loose her.
I don’t want her to go.
I don’t want to leave her.
But I have to...
It’s either I leave my mother and stay with her or I leave her and take care of my mother.
I love her...
...but I love my mother more than I love her.
And besides, she don’t want me to go with her even if I want to. She knew that I can’t afford to leave my mother.
She said, “Just remember what I’ve told you.”
“everything you think comes alive. Yeah, yeah, I remember.” I said to her.
“yes, everything you think comes alive.” She repeated.
“I love you Jimmy.” She said as she walks away from me.
And then the girl with a black balloon was gone.
Years had pass.
I am now at the age of twenty-three. I continued my life with the memories I made with her even if without her physical appearance.
A painter and a photographer, that’s what I am right now. I have a normal life. I eat, drink and sleep. Every twenty-fifth of the month I go to the park and tie a black balloon to that very same tree where I first saw her.
“I miss you so much Blondie.” I said as I’m sitting under that tree.
Yes, today is the twenty-fifth day of the month and later this evening is my very first art and photo exhibit.
The exact date that I first saw her.
I’m still hoping you’ll come back Blondie.
The color of sweet tangerine fills the sky as the sun was about to set.
She’s here.
I can feel her presence.
She’s watching the sunset with me.
The dim indigo clouds scatter everywhere.
I packed my things and leave. At last, I have finished my masterpiece, the center piece for my exhibit. I went straight to my apartment to get ready for the big event. I took a bath and then fix my tuxedo.
Just kidding, I don’t want to wear that kind of clothes unless I’m going to get married. I hate tux, it’s so itchy.
I just wore my same old faded jeans, my favorite t-shirt and a pair of Converse shoes, now I’m ready to go.
While I’m in the car, I can’t help but to look at my masterpiece.
I feel...
...anxious.
I have no clue what will happen later.
What if she wont come?
What if she’s with somebody else?
“What if she’s really gone?” I said out loud.
What were you thinking Jimmy?! You’re talking non-sense.
During the exhibit, many artist and art lovers came but still, my eyes were still searching for her.
Hours had pass still there’s no sign of Blondie.
Now, I’m standing in front of my masterpiece.
A boy and a blonde girl wearing a black dress and holding a black balloon while sitting under an apple tree and staring at the beautiful meadow.
“Everything you think comes alive.” Someone read the title.
I know that voice. After so many years, fifth teen years to be exact, at last I heard her voice again.
That sweet voice…
My heart…
…it keeps on pounding and pounding…
…faster and louder as her voice re-sound on my head.
This is the same feeling that I’ve felt the moment she hugged me.
I know this sounds gay but I really missed her.
I turned around to see her, but to my surprise…
“Blondie…” I said.
But there’s no Blondie around.
It’s just a normal fair-skinned brunette lady wearing a white dress. She’s totally different from Blondie.
“Such weird painting.” She said.
“Excuse me?” did she just criticized my masterpiece?
“That girl…”
“What is it about the girl?”
Does she know her?
“She’s always in my dream, specially that boy.” She said while staring at the painting.
I don’t know, but I had a feeling that she’s connected with Blondie.
“I started dreaming about her when I was eight. Umm…” she stopped and looked at me.
“Can I talk to you in private?” she asked.
“Sure. We can have coffee after the exhibit.” I answered.
She smiled and introduced herself.
“That’s great! By the way I’m Suzie.” She introduce her self.
I was about to say my name when…
“Jimmy! Come here!” my co-artist called me.
I looked at Suzie.
“I’m fine, don’t worry, and go. I’ll just look round.” She said and smile.
“Okay.” I said then went away.
There’s really something weird about her.
“Jimmy!”
“Yes Suzie?” I faced her.
“Please don’t sell the painting. Ummm… no, I’m going to buy that painting.” She said.
“Don’t worry… It’s not for sale.” I said.
After the exhibit, Suzie and I went to the nearest coffee shop.
“So, Suzie… what is it about your dream?” I asked.
“When I was at the age of seven, my mom said I was hit by a car and lost my memory due to traumatic experience.” She started telling her story.
I just looked at her and listen.
“Ever since that happened, I started dreaming about a boy, a girl and a weird place.”
“Black and white bricks?” I asked.
“Yes! Exactly! Why do you know that?”
There’s really something wrong about this lady.
Many days had pass. Me and Suzie were friends now. She’s different from Blondie. Every time I’m with her, it’s as if I’m with another person. There were times when she suddenly wants to go to the park and just sit there. Sometimes she’s so energetic. Very loud and happy.
Split personality I guess.
Day after day, I began to know her.
“Don’t leave me Jimmy.” Suzie says.
We’re still here at the park waiting for the sun to set.
I began to care for her.
And it came to the point that I don’t want to loose her.
“This is bad.” I said to myself.
I’m betraying Blondie.
But she’s not here. She left me. Suzie’s here. She care for me.
I’m cheating?
I love Blondie but she’s gone.
I waited too much for her.
Fifth teen years for Pete’s sake!
I think this is the time to move on.
One day, I decided to visit her at her apartment.
“Suzie?” I said as I am knocking at the door.
“Hey Suzie are you there?”
I twisted the door knob.
It’s open.
“hey Suzie,”
“Jimmy...” a sweet voice.
The same voice I heard fifth teen years ago.
“Blondie.” I said to my self.
And there I saw a Brunette and a Blonde standing at the balcony.
A fair-skinned brunette wearing a pearly white dress and a pale-skinned blonde wearing a jet black dress.
They’re facing each other, just staring at each other’s eyes. They were like facing a mirror. They didn’t even notice my presence.
“Suzie...”
They didn’t even seem to hear me.
“...Blonde.”
The next I knew I’m at the same weird place.
No brunette nor blonde, just a tree and a beautiful meadow.
“where the heck are you?!”
Why did you bring me here if I’m not going to see you?
I miss you Blondie.
“I missed you too Jimmy.”
I look around but there’s no sign of her.
“It’s been fifth teen years.” She said.
I close my eyes...
“yeah fifth teen years... where have you been?” I asked her.
“Ummm... let’s just say I fixed something.” She said.
Silence...
She hug me.
“I love you Jimmy...”
I hug her back.
“Do you love me too Jimmy?”
I opened my eyes and to my surprise.
I saw a brunette wearing a jet black dress.
She smiled at me.
I know that smile.
“You’re not blonde anymore...” I said.
“Don’t you like it? She lifted the curse.”
I hug her and give a kiss on her forehead.
“I will always love you even if you’re a brunette or a blonde.”
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