The Last Dance

This is not a story of a girl who fell in love with her best friend(a boy, of course). But sure it started that way.

February 13, 1994. I am not fan of memorizing days, like the day you had your first kiss or the day you graduated in high school or the day you got your driver's license. But February 13, 1994 got stuck in my head for a long time now, and I am not sure I can ever forget that day. February 13 is my birthday. But it was only during 1994 when three surprises changed everything I knew about people, living and love.


-*-*- First Surprise -*-*-

4 A.M.

I guess it is normal for you to talk rapidly when you are angry with your mother or when you are very late and your father keeps telling you about safety. But it is not normal when you talk like that while sleeping. And that happened to me.

My little brother slapped me on the face. It didn't hurt at first, but when I realized he got hurt by hitting me, the pain started to crawl all over my head. How can a three-year old boy slap like that?

"Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. Wake up." he said, shaking up my head.

"I am awake, Ace, my God!" I stared at him, raising up my left eye brow. He already knew what I meant(it means shut-up-or-i'll-cut-your-tongue) and so he calmed down.

(Fun fact: I can't raise my right eye brow. I tried picking out one of its hairs so that it might naturally respond to pain. But it didn't.)

Ace is my only brother. But I don't know why he always wakes up so early. The earliest wake up call I got from him was two in the morning and he was crying(he was ten when this happened). Maybe he can see supernatural beings in the room, maybe he has insomnia(but it is impossible for kids, they're lazy at night), or maybe I'll never know.

He pointed the window. So I got up and looked outside. It was still dark and windy and the sky had three or four stars on it. I looked down and saw my best friend kissing this unknown girl. I felt like Ace was slapping my whole body and he was pinching every blood vessel around my heart.

Shit, shit, shit. I shouted those inside my mind. Ace must not hear them, he was too young and mother would be mad if he learnt those magic words.

Like what I saw in TV, I pinched my own skin if I was really awake. And I was.

My best friend's name is Marco. He was tall, skinny and very talkative. I confessed to him a month ago that I like him too much. But he said it's okay and we're still best friends. It hurt that he saw me as a friend but it hurt more now. Why the hell would he kiss a stranger at the front of my house?

-*-*- To be continued... -*-*-