A SHOUT OF HIS NAMEA Story by Prime This is one of the stories I finished by early July. The idea came from the stuff that has been in my mind for quite a while in late June. It's a short story anyway. Enjoy reading! IT STARTED WITH
A SHOUT OF HIS NAME…
Hi! I’m Jacqueline " Jacqui for short.
And let me share my very first romance with you. It started with a shout of his name. It was a late afternoon one time in February, when six
of my really good friends were going off from our whole-day malling " shopping
galore, food trip, and the best part, boy-hunting! They were taking turns shouting names
on the road which was fun. And yeah, just them… I’m a killjoy (KJ), I know.
Well, there were owners of some random-shouted names who looked back at us and
asked, “yeah?” Well, roll eyes, rampa, and off we go! We just kept on laughing our heads
out, especially when an older woman who looked a lot like a black octopus
claimed a name and shouted which spoke of irritation, “do you have problems
with me, guys?!” and she got my sweetest response, “we don’t, Ms. Octopus. So
shut up and get lost!” What we did next? Roll our eyes bonggaciously, whip our
hair and walk like we own the way. And they asked me to do the same,
since I didn’t join them right from the very start. I agreed, but before I did, I thought
of a boy’s name whom I never met yet. Wayne. “Wayne! Hey Wayne!” I shouted, and for a moment,
nothing seemed to happen. But as I looked around, behind me,
there was a guy who must be three years older than me that looked back and
flashed me the pair of eyes in question. Behind him is The Giant Fountain. He’s
there, standing so tall, and he’s coming closer to me. “You called me?” He asked with a
masculine voice that really turned me on. I mean, which sounded nice to my
ears. Well, I tried to be sarcastic by
asking him as well, “Are you Wayne?” with an eyebrow raised. “Yes, I am.” He vaguely answered. “Do
you need something anyway?” “Oh, no, nothing at all… We’re just
wasting our time.” I said plainly and frankly, and I saw him smiling at that. “Next time, don’t do that. You are
bothering others, unless it’s me.” And the tap of his hand on my shoulder was
like… Oh My Gosh! Over my sixteen years of pleasurable existence, this is the
very first time that I felt electricity all throughout my gorgeous body! “Guys, I think I have to go,” said my
friend Natalie, and before I could react, others also said their alibis to
leave and did so before even a word came out of my mouth. “What’s your name, anyway?” asked
Wayne which made me realize we’re still with each other. “I’m Jacqueline, simply Jacqui…” I
answered with a lip smile, and he moved his hand from my shoulder which felt
like being electrically shocked again. “Nice meeting you, Jacqui!” He said
with a bright smile and reached his hand out to me. But I just nodded my head and ignored
his shake-hand-offer because I couldn’t tolerate those “some weird things” that
had been going on inside me which were so damn weird! So I excused myself, “I "
I think I have to go.” Then I turned around and ran towards
my way, but doing so made me trip and I fell to the ground. He helped me up,
but I rejected his nice offer and when I stood, I ran again. Well, I heard him say loudly, “See you
next time, Jacqui!” And I didn’t look back. I was so embarrassed!
IT WENT ON WITH
A SHOUT OF HIS NAME…
Days passed, weeks, and even months
since that embarrassing incident with Wayne. And every night, I just can’t get
him off my mind until I fell asleep, which were usually very late. I told my best friend, Bette, about
these, but she just teased me, “you must be in love!” Well, I don’t think so, so I
countered. “I am not. This must be just a crazy infatuation.” And it spread across the classroom so
I was branded as “The Girl who’s infatuated with Mr. Mystery Guy” by my
classmates. Night came and the thought of meeting
Wayne again occupied my mind, so I went to the place where I first met him for
good " the town square. I could still clearly remember the giant fountain on
the midst of the square where I met him. I took my seat on the circular bench
rounding the fountain, positioned myself face-to-face with the splashing
waters. I tossed a coin and it made a small sound as it submerged, and I
silently wished to see Wayne again. I never really believed in wishes, but I
still did. Many things could change, anyway… like my beliefs. About half an hour passed, I noticed
that nothing really happened with my wish, and I was greatly disappointed. When
I saw that many people were scattered around the square, something lingered on
my mind. It’s time to get some attention. So,
I shouted the name “Wayne!” loudly and when they all looked at me, I acted
innocently as if nothing happened, as if I did nothing, as if I also search for
where the sound came from. Minutes later, I felt someone’s aura
beside me, and it felt so familiar, that when I turned my head to face whoever
it was, he also did and I was greatly surprised! “It’s you, Jacqui!” He said with a
tone of exasperation as he brightly smiled. “W " Wayne…” I gasped. I couldn’t
believe it! And for a while, my belief that wishes do come true came back to
life. I felt the strange beats of my heart. “We meet again.” He said, also
couldn’t believe that we did meet again. “I’ve been looking for you…” I didn’t
know how those words came out of my mouth. “Really?” He asked. “I’ve been looking
for you, too.” And a laugh came from us. But it felt
like my heart got dented with I realized that he was joking all along " to ride
on with me. But that night, we continued something
we’ve had. It went on with a shout of his name. We became closer since that night,
exchanged contacts, became really good friends " or maybe his worth has always
been more… and I learned that he was an orphan, that he was striving hard to
support himself as he could not depend on anybody. He had stopped studying
after he graduated, since right after that big event was the loss of his
parents and sister " his family, to be exact, in a road accident two years ago. And as we grew closer each day, I
became more and more comfortable whenever I’m with him rather than being with
other people that were close to me that I have always been the real me when
we’re together. Maybe this is what they call love, it’s a magical fantasy. He once mentioned that he sees his
sister in me " stubborn, naughty and strong-willed. And he even mentioned how
his sister loved white roses. From that day onwards, he started
hugging me every time, oh-so-tight which felt really different every now and
then. And so I also learned to show my sweet and warm side " I learned to lie
on his shoulder, make him lie on my lap, and hug him back. One time, when we
hugged and he just let go, I took note of something unusual that I just barely
feel. The feeling in which you realize that the beat of your heart is
rhythmically the same with his… We were very open to each other, but I
still kept a secret from him " and that was the fact that I’m already falling
for him " that I love him. Or maybe he was also keeping secrets from me? But everything has an end, like this
romance " our love story. It simply has to.
IT ENDED WITH A
SHOUT OF HIS NAME…
It was one late afternoon in December
of the same year. And he sent me a message telling me that he needed someone to
talk to. So I did. We met at the same place we always did
meet " The Giant Fountain. I guess that land mark had been the witness of this
romance from the very start. As I saw him with heavy red eyes and
the bright smile gone " turned into the curve of sadness, I felt something
painful and heavy in my chest. For the first time, I hug him really, really
tight, not caring if he felt the race of my heartbeat whenever I’m with him. I
just simply want that sadness to go away. And when I let go, I smell the alcohol
from his mouth. He’s maybe drunk. “What’s wrong, Wayne?” I asked him.
“Tell me…” “I just want to talk to you, Jacq.” He
simply answered. Maybe fresh air could help a lot as he
talked to me, so I take him by the hand " but he held mine instead, and filled
the spaces between my fingers with his. And we both walked as we swayed those
firmly intertwined hands of ours. “I miss my sister so much.” He said
and a tear fell down from his eye as he looked blankly ahead. Swear, seeing him
like that seemed to tear my heart into pieces. “And I miss mom and dad, so much
too. I wonder how they are doing right now.” “They’re all okay and they’re watching
you from the other side, Wayne.” I said to comfort him, and he turned his head
to face me. Those heavy red eyes seemed to have that force that I couldn’t bear
looking at him and I felt the spice and chill in the corners of my eyes. “Ever since they left me, I have never
felt being complete…” He said. “I just want to go to where they are now.
There’s nothing left for me here in this world.” How
about me, Wayne? I thought. Don’t you
know how much you mean to me? But I couldn’t voice out my thoughts. We stopped, and we’re on the sidewalk
of the road. There were speedy cars passing by, but the road was not as busy as
it used to be during early hours, as it was turning into evening. His grip tightened, and I looked at
him to see if he’s okay. He was covering his face, and I know the he sobbed. I remember that one time he
mentioned that his sister loved white roses. Maybe, if I could find some and
give him, it would help him soothe the pain he felt. And I see blooming white
roses on the lawn of the small house across the road. Maybe… if I got even just
one, it’d ease the pain. “Just wait here, Wayne…” I said, and
we let go of our hands, but when I ran across the road, I tripped and fell to
the ground. How unfortunate it was that a speeding bus was coming my way! I tried to stand up, but the pain on
my knee pinned me on the ground. I got my kneecap broken! I knew what’d happen
next, so I just closed my eyes and I thanked God for the wonderful life I’ve
had. And one thing I regretted was the fact that I didn’t have the chance to
say to Wayne that I loved him. The next thing I heard was the loud
sound of the horn of the bus, and I felt the loving pair of hands that carried
me away that I felt nothing at all even if I heard the loud crashing sound. Maybe that was the pathway to the
other life, where you feel nothing at all. But when I opened my eyes, it greatly
surprised me. I saw Wayne just a meter away from me,
lying on the ground, with blood on his forehead and drips of those coming from
his lips. The bus was stopped, and the passengers and the driver all went out
of the bus and gathered around Wayne and me. It took a while before I realized
everything that had happened, and when I realized those, tears just kept
falling from my eyes and I sobbed hard. Wayne saved me, at the cost of his own
life! I rushed to him, dragging myself as I
crawl towards him. He might be still breathing. He should be! “Wayne!” I
shouted as I reached him and I taste the salt of my tears that fell from my
eyes to my mouth. “Wayne!” I called out again as I move him. “Don’t leave me, Wayne!” I saw his hand slowly move, and it
took mine, filling the spaces between his fingers with mine for the last time.
I move a little closer to him, and biting my lip, I face him as I made him lie
on my lap. I felt really bad seeing him in that state " his heavy eyes, weakly
opened and his face was still. “Jacqui… I just want to tell you, that
right from the start, I have been looking for you, too.” He spoke very slowly.
And that was so much for a surprise that something heavy could be felt in my
heart and streams of tears came rushing from my eyes. “It was no joke; I was
just shy back then.” I couldn’t speak, because of my heavy
emotions. My eyes were speaking for me, instead. “And I just want to tell you, before
it’s too late… that I love you. Not because I see my sister in you, but because
it’s the way you make me feel.” He said very slowly yet clearly again which
greatly shocked me. So, he had been keeping secrets from me from the start as
well! “Now, I think it’s time for me to go.
My parents and my sister must have heard my prayers and they even let me go to
them, by saving you " my last act of proving that I love you.” He said in the
same manner and I couldn’t take it anymore. He closed his eyes then, whispered “I
love you” once more, and lost his life in my arms. And this romance, it ended with a shout of his
name. But I never had the chance to say I loved him. © 2014 PrimeReviews
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