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∽ m i r a c l e ' s  p e r s p e c t i v e ∽

"You're really here, aren't you?" I ask quietly, clutching my fists.

"Yes, I'm here, Miracle."

"Then why are you here?" I acquiesce, I'm starting to be reticent.

"Visiting you."

"This time and place, huh?" I reply with my head tilted sideways and I'm grinning; grinning coldly and sarcastically.

"Right, because I want to see you." He says in a straight face.

"How come? I thought you shouldn't want me and you'll never bother me again?" I mutter bitterly. I actually want to laugh right now. Is he stupid enough to forget what have happened yesterday?

"I was wrong. I thought I can, but it's not easy than being said."

I can't help but to smirk, "Stop fooling around, Chance. Hindi ko alam kung paano ka nakapunta rito, but please leave me alone."

"I refuse," Chance's response still in stolid face. "I came all the way here because I want to talk to you."

"Stop being so persistent, Chance." I say, eyeing him with a glare. "As far as I can remember, we don't need to talk to each other."

He gives up sigh while clenching his jaw. "Please," he suddenly grabs my hand, "listen—"

"Let me go!" I squirm, pulling my hand back. "Don't touch me, you bloody jerk!"

I can't hold my temper. I can't understand my emotions right now. I'm mad. My sense of fury is rising along with my blood ascending to my head.

Chance tries to reach for my hand again, I groan in irritation and slap his hand away. "Like what I've said, don't touch me. Don't come near me. Stay away. Get out of this place!"

I think, I'm going to break. All I can do is to let out all my frustrations and worries. My heart is pumping so hard, making me to breathe improperly. I'm heaving heavily as my teeth are gnawing. My feet are shaking, particularly with my hands.

I'm not afraid or something. He's here. Chance is here. He's the reason why I'm broken. And all in out of the blue, he appears in the time that I don't want to see him.

Screw these coincidence or fate or scripted shits.

"Hey, calm down." I'm awaken by Chance's words, and little did I know, his hands are holding my shoulders.

"Hands off." I say sternly. I try to put off his hands, but Chance quickly pushes me, enough to bump my back to the railings. "Chance! Why don't you—"

"What's wrong with you, huh, Miracle?" Finally, I sight Chance's mad face. His voice is cold and sharp, looking at me with those piercing gray eyes.

I stay silent for a moment. Appreciating how beautiful his eyes are. That's right, they are beautiful, but lifeless.

I always love those eyes staring at me. I used to love them, but it now changed.

"I don't know what have gotten you and you're not in your own self." says Chance. "You're not fine, are you?"

But thank to that. Seems like I've brought my calm compostures.

"Just let me go, and I'll be fine." I say in a little voice.

"Do you really hate me that much?"

"Yes." I answer, "I hate your presence here. I hate how you speak. I hate how you look at me. I hate how you hold me. I hate everything about you, to the point that I want to kill you. I want you to disappear in front of me."

"That hurts." Chance comments. I look at his eyes. He's still gazing at me, but his eyes are tainted by sorrow that's stabbing and killing him inside.

"I know, that hurts." I sputter with a firm voice. "And right now, I want you to hate me, Chance. Please hate me, so that you're going to leave me."

He grins, "If I'm going to leave you, Miracle, then you're going to be hurt."

"You're wrong. I will definitely not going to."

A while ago, my voice is trembling in anxiety, right now it becomes low. I feel so weak with no reason. If I'm going to spill all my guts at this point, probably he will give me a troubled look. He doesn't feel the same way as I do. So I will keep my feelings to myself and let them vanish completely.

"Are sure that you're not hurting?" He asks in a mild tone.

"Of course," I return skeptically.

"Then explain those tears."

I freeze as I look down. I touch my cheeks and huff weakly. "You stupid fool. You ugly. You freaking dense monster. You cold-eyed freak, I hate you."

"That's sweet, Miracle." He only says with a simple sarcastic grin.

"You deserve it, you self-confident pervert."

"W-What?" Chance questions with a baffled expression.

I truthfully want to laugh right now. His face is funny and priceless, but I collect it to myself.

I wipe my tears with my hands and sniff silently. "Go home, Chance. Please leave me alone."

"What a good liar." Chance prompts. "If you want me to stay, just say it, Miracle."

"I'm saying the truth! Just go! Don't just barge in as if nothing happened between us."

Chance exhales as his shoulders sink down. "Maybe you misunderstood me, Miracle. Your outrage means nothing. But I understand why you hate me, and that's my fault, I admit that."

"I don't care about your pointless sayings. That won't change the fact that I hate you." I accuse, spitting nonsense. "I honestly hate you. I hate you for making me fall in love with you."

"Heh," I hear Chace smirks.

I fastly slap my mouth! Dang it! What the hell did I just say? Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

"I-I mean . . . I-I . . ." Shoot. I can't find my words!

"The cat have caught by her tongue." Now Chance's enjoying himself. I finally understand the reason why is he here. He wants me to reveal my feelings! Drat it.

"Ah, jeez!" I say exasperatedly. "I really hate you! I hate you! I hate you because you didn't catch me!" I clench my right fist and punch Chance below his shoulder. My head is bow down, hiding my silent tears. "I hate you, because it hurts to love you. You didn't do anything wrong, you've just made me foolishly in love with a man like you."

Chance is still not speaking. But I can feel his looks. They are gentle and warm. He's letting me to do what I want.

"Can you hear me, Chance?" I speak in a loud voice. "I really hate you! But I love you!"

Aww. Since I'm already here, there's no backing out. I know, I sound so stupid right now. I'm just like those hundred idiot persons in this world, who stupidly confesses to the only person that don't have a intention to return the same feeling.

And hell, what am I saying? I don't get it. I also hate myself, especially when I'm being too emotional.

"Miracle," Chance utters, moving closer to me. I feel his palms on my chin, "Look at me."

I arch my head, gazing at his eyes. I'm ashamed with my face. I'm blushing, I know. My eyes are kinda bleary, I feel it.

"Hush now." He says while dearly brushing the tears that blocking my sight. "Listen to me, okay?"

I calm myself and just bow my head. I don't need to face him, so I'll just lend him my ear.

"I don't know how to calm your anger down, but I want to hold you tightly and say that I also feel the same way."

"You're lying." I mumble. "I hate you, ugly."

He chuckles to my response. "Does your hate actually mean you love me?"

"No." I say bluntly. "I just hate you."

"Okay. I love you, too."

I almost faint when he told me that. I want to squirm and jump in joy. But I refrain myself.

"You're lying again." I tell him. There's still a doubt in my heart. I just can't believe in him that easily.

"You want a proof?"

"Sure." I say in firm voice as I face him again. "Prove me."

He only smiles. And in just a sudden move, he claims my lips.

Wha . . . !!

I'm in the state of being shocked. He makes me paralyzed in just instant!

Then he part his lips on mine with a smug look. "That proves everything."

"Hah?" I screech in embarrassment. "A mere kiss can't prove your love!!!"

I'm actually shaking. My heart is pounding so loud.

"But you like it, Miracle." Chance says seductively with a smirk.

"No!" I fidget flabbergastedly. "And you just kissed me! I hate you!"

"Nah, just stay silent, will yah?"

"Huh? How can—"

Again, he shuts me up by kissing me. And again, I can't move. I sense Chance's slight smirk while kissing me.

Wah! Push him away, my hands!

But they are not listening.

I gasp really loud. I want to depart my head away, but Chance grabs my nape and initiates the kiss even more.

How many times did Chance have hit me? I'm losing my strength and my knees are going to fall. I've struck many times by Chance. I feel so dizzy.

I think Chance senses my weakening and encircles his free hand around my waist.

Then Chance distanced himself. I can read his mind. He's teasing me.

"What's wrong with you?" I murmur. And I'm stupid to ask him that.

"You wanted a proof, right?"

"Stupid."

He just chuckles, inhaling a good breath. "Believe me, Miracle. I have always loved you as long as I can remember. I've only realized it, when you started to avoid me."

"Oh, I see."

"Still giving me a cold shoulders, huh?"

"Just shut up, continue what you are saying." I grumble, looking sideways.

"Nah, I don't want to talk anymore." Chance says boringly, "I love you, okay? This may sound cliché, but I love you."

"Okay," I just say, putting my forehead to Chance's shoulder. I close eyes, even though nothing happened a lot, I feel so tired. But leaning on Chance is kinda cozy.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I answer while shaking my head. "I just want to know why do you love me."

"Ah," he utters. Chance tightens his embrace and nuzzles my hair. "The reason is you. I don't know when it started, all I know was I want to see you everyday—how you laugh, pout, blush, cry, smile, frown, make face, and many more. You gave my heart a real beating; a reason how to live in a life full of difficulties."

What a beautiful words. In his voice, I can feel the sincerity. Even if my eyes are closed, I can see sparks. It's like there's something connected between us. I'm loving this moment. And I don't understand. Tears are building in my eyes. I know it's not time to cry, but after all this time, Chance also feels the same thing that I do, then why does everything have to be painful first?

"If I could return to those times, I would tell you my feelings immediately and be by your side." Chance continues, "I want to deliver all my desires in a hopeful wish in the night sky that you'll believe in me."

That's right. If I could do the same thing, I would tell him that I love him, even if I would lose my pride.

"You hear me, Miracle?" I give him a simple nod, "You melted the prison in my heart. And when I'm with you, it feels like the sun is shining on my shoulder. The yoke on my shoulders are going away."

"That's an ugly analogy." I comment, chuckling.

"You're right." He responds. "I love you, Miracle."

"I don't know why you love this poison." I tell him, pertaining myself. I remember that he made me as his poison. He's twisted. And his descriptions of me, they are hard to believe, because I have never been a sun, I am just a cold, heartless thorn to begin with.

"Yes, you are the poison that killed my cold heart and left it bare. You made it new, creating new emotions in me."

"You sound so gay." I whisper, grinning secretly.

He only hisses, and in a fast move, Chance makes me face him, gently presses his lips to mine.

And without thinking, I cautiously give myself in. It's a soft, enthusiastic kiss. It's warm, delicate, and kind.

I can't think of anything, and I think I'm going to lose. Just a kiss on my lips feels like I'm on a dream. A dream that's on a reality.

I kiss him back with my heart pounding so hard, which I think means I like it. What a beautiful scene, I hope this won't stop.

I love him as well. I love him, even if he's my demon. Accept this heart of mine, Chance, and let it serves you.

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Am I dreaming?

It is the question that I ask myself.

Am I still dreaming?

Then, if I can talk in the middle of my sleep, it means I'm half-conscious.

I can still remember all the things that happened last night. Chance was here. Something really exquisite happened last night, and I can't take it off of my mind.

The confession. All of the sweet words. And the kiss.

Right now, I can still feel Chance's lips on mine. It's sweet. Addicting. Something frivolous.

That's right, we were kissing last night under the light of the moon. We were vested by the delightful sparks of the stars. Everything was perfect, not until I realized that what if.

What if last night I was just dreaming? Hallucinating? How shattering.

Did I assume that he was here? And here today, I feel myself lying on my bed. I'm aware that I'm completely awake right now.

I don't want to open my eyes and face reality. I'm afraid. I don't want the dream ends.

"Hey, you awake?"

Instantly, my eyes widen. His voice is still here. Not even his voice. Also, his whole presence is behind me.

"Mm." I respond only with simple hum. I'm glad you're still here, Chance.

"Come here." Chance only says, and I sense a hand scooping my head from behind while pulling me closer against him.

I rest my head on Chance's arm, and I feel him kiss my temple. "Let's sleep for more, okay?" He whispers as he cages me with his strong and warm arms.

As I'm wrapped around, Chance places his head on my right shoulder while smelling my scent.

"Okay," I only reply. Reaching my hand to Chance's forearms, I give him a light kiss.

I smile. I'm not dreaming after all.

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