It was dark and there was not a single soul quite available at the time when she needed someome to talk to. Talk about what? Anything. Sometimes, all she just wanted is somebody to talk to, someone who is most willing to lend her some ears - aside from herself and her notebooks.
She walked and roamed around, something is out there - or is it someone? She cannot tell just yet. Curiosity and necessity got hold of her, that she forgot about being afraid even for awhile. She is most willing to risk something just so she could see upclose who that something or someone is. Someone who will listen?! She was excited.
With her hands clasped, shaking involuntarily - she gave in to this longing of having someone who will just listen and tell her that everything is going to be fine. Like the conversation of the little boy and his Papa in The Road. She walked slowly towards the stranger. Soon, she realized she was standing in front of a beast. A hairy and huge beast. She wanted to scream but nothing came out of her mouth when she opened it. There's no backing out now.
Took a deep breathe and said something friendly - like Hi or something. The beast looked at her and said nothing.
She started talking, hoping to find some connections with the beast. Soon, they were talking - the beast can actually talk and his name is Boq. But the moment she opened herself up - telling Boq how sad it is to be alone, her dreams and little triumphs, he started getting annoyed, acting like a beast (of course, he is a beast!) and talked down on her.
He pushed her away - literally and figuratively.
Terribly wounded and with a heavy heart, she walked away. No matter what, a beast will always be a beast.
And then she woke up. It was a very bad dream, she thought.
A very bad dream, indeed.
She walked and roamed around, something is out there - or is it someone? She cannot tell just yet. Curiosity and necessity got hold of her, that she forgot about being afraid even for awhile. She is most willing to risk something just so she could see upclose who that something or someone is. Someone who will listen?! She was excited.
With her hands clasped, shaking involuntarily - she gave in to this longing of having someone who will just listen and tell her that everything is going to be fine. Like the conversation of the little boy and his Papa in The Road. She walked slowly towards the stranger. Soon, she realized she was standing in front of a beast. A hairy and huge beast. She wanted to scream but nothing came out of her mouth when she opened it. There's no backing out now.
Took a deep breathe and said something friendly - like Hi or something. The beast looked at her and said nothing.
She started talking, hoping to find some connections with the beast. Soon, they were talking - the beast can actually talk and his name is Boq. But the moment she opened herself up - telling Boq how sad it is to be alone, her dreams and little triumphs, he started getting annoyed, acting like a beast (of course, he is a beast!) and talked down on her.
He pushed her away - literally and figuratively.
Terribly wounded and with a heavy heart, she walked away. No matter what, a beast will always be a beast.
And then she woke up. It was a very bad dream, she thought.
A very bad dream, indeed.
