Sorry in advance for the wrong grammar. Whahaha... this is my failed attempt to write a one-shot story in all English. I just really love the song and got this overwhelming urge to write a story about it. ^^

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I was never the girl who takes chances. I always think many times before doing something. Security is a big deal to me. I guess it's safe to say that all I do and all the words I speak are products of my planned thinking.

Every move I make has a strategic plan behind it. I planned on having my first boyfriend when I turn eighteen. I planned in my head that we would reach our 8th year together before he proposes to me. By that time, we would have great careers of our own and our families would only wait for us to get married so that they all would be satisfied.

We would get married one lovely day of June. My gown would be pristine white, like I always thought it would be. My brother will be the best man and his sister and a good friend of mine would be the bridesmaid.

Our cake would be 8 tiers to symbolize our 8 years of being together. It would be a combination of vanilla and chocolate, both our favorites.

Our color theme would be white and blue. And my bouquet would consist of daisies, peonies and violets.

Oh... and it should be a garden wedding. I have nothing else in mind but that.

We would then have two children, a boy and a girl. Their names would be Kye and Yvonne. We would live in the suburbia, in a two-storey house. My mom and his mom would be the ones to take care of the children while he and I go to work.

Our children would grow up to be lovely and charming young adults. Kye would be a doctor and Yvonne would be a singer. They will marry at the right age and we would be contented with our lives as we retire from our jobs to enjoy the quiet life.

Everything was all laid out and ironed to perfection. Well, that's what I thought.

I did everything according to plan but there is really no such thing as a figured out future. You really don't know what's ahead. And no matter how much you anticipate for things, something will always go wrong.

Always.

I should have known that. I should have made a back-up plan. But I didn't.

I've had my first boyfriend when I turned eighteen. He started courting me back in high school and I planned to make him wait till I'm eighteen before I answered him.

He waited patiently for me and things were going well on our first two years.

But then, he told me one day that he got a girl pregnant. I was just calm back then. I was trying to make a logical reason out of what he did. Maybe it was also my fault because I didn't give in to his needs.

And so I forgave him and helped him plan his life with his kid on the way.

We lasted for another year and then another bump hit me.

I got pregnant with his child.

My parents got so angry with me that they shove me out of the house. All their expectations, dreams and pride were all thrown out as well. I never thought that my own parents could do that to me. But then again, I never thought that I'd be stupid enough to be pregnant at such a young age.

I continued my job though, as an IT analyst.

I knew people are spreading rumors behind my back but I didn't really care. I wanted this baby out so I could go on with my life, with a new plan laid out on my head.

My good-for-nothing boyfriend didn't even want to take responsibility. He said such nasty things to me like how such a whore I am and that it's not really his baby. For all he knows, I might be sleeping with somebody else while we were still together.

Words that hurt me deep.

I cried for days. I was so lost. No one believed in me anymore. They all thought of me as that one girl who could have been great had she not been so stupid.

I wanted to pound my belly. I wanted to curse the child that brought me all this misery. I wanted it out.

That one night, I called an abortionist.

She said that she was willing to do it, given the right amount of money. That troubled me, because I don't have enough money to buy my own food plus pay the rent of the house and pay her at the same time.

Lost yet again, I opted for the cheaper way to damnation. I bought a pack of cigarette and thought that maybe... I could smoke myself to death.

There is nothing good left for me anymore anyway. Everybody just dropped me like a hot potato when I slipped and dropped my plan.

I was walking at the sidewalk on my way to the park when I felt my tummy constrict. I immediately looked for something to sit and prayed that God would ease the pain even for a little.

"Miss, are you okay?"

I looked up at the guy who asked. His was looking warily at me, his eyebrows in a furrow.

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay."

He helped me sit down on the bench and shrug off his coat and handed it to me.

"Thank you. There's really no need—"

"You shouldn't be out in the cold wearing only that. Think of your baby," he said in a reprimanding voice while pointing at my belly.

"You know what? All my life, all I ever did was think. And then I didn't... just once and look what it brought me."

"It brought you a blessing," he said with a smile as he sat down next to me.

A blessing.

I never thought of it that way. I always think that this baby is a curse that kept on dragging me down until I could be dragged down no more.

"You know, where we are now doesn't determine what kind of person we are. Where we would be in the future, that's what would determine who we are. Maybe you are at your lowest today but if you start doing something to change that, you'll be surprised on where you'll be someday."

He let out a sigh and pointed at the young beggar across the street.

"See that kid? I was like that twenty years ago."

I couldn't believe my ears. I mean, he looked so put together. It's as if his life is going all according to plan. He was in a business suit underneath the coat he lent me.

"Are you trying to pull my leg?" I asked him, in a mocking tone.

"No. Seriously, I was THAT kid. My mom left me one day on the streets and since then, I lived a hard life. I grew up to be a messed up boy who steals and fights everyday in order to survive. I was an idiot."

"What happened then?"

He smiled to himself. "I decided to change my life."

"How?"

"Easy. I looked the other way and didn't turn back around. Instead of begging and stealing, I decided to take a real job and do it well. I became an errand boy, a waiter, a trash collector... then I became a bodyguard. My boss saw potential in me and he decided to send me off to study.

It was only for two years but I learned a lot. I learned about things that I didn't know I was even capable of understanding. I became excellent in Math and marketing so he offered me a higher job. I became his marketing assistant."

"And then?"

Sadness took over his eyes. "And then he died. He was such a great man but he was alone. He has no family and friends that he could trust. In his deathbed, he said to me that I was like a son he never had and so he made me his benificiary. I inherited everything."

"Not all could be as lucky as you," I said. His story was good and all but, it could never happen to me.

"I know. And I'm still grateful. But the thing is, I became who I am today not just because of him. I took the initiative to change and I made it happen."

"That's easier for you. You don't have a baby."

He smirked. "You don't get it, do you? You are full of excuses. Not all things would be the way you want them to be. You don't always have all the materials needed. But you should learn how to utilize the things you have."

"I guess you're right. Thank you. It was really nice talking to you."

I took off his coat and gave it back to him. I also threw the cigarette on the trash can next to me.

"I didn't catch your name."

"It's Yvana. You?"

"I'm Kyle," he reached for my hand and shook it. "Will you be alright?"

"Yeah. I think so."

He reached for his breast pocket and fished out a card.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me. Okay?"

"Thank you."

"Bye."

"Bye."

He put on his coat and waved at me as he walked away. I started walking at the opposite direction. I looked down on my swelling tummy and for the first time, I felt so endeared to this child.

My child. My blessing.