Devon was staring at her boyfriend while the latter is busy drawing something.
Devon: James, what's your dream?
James stopped in sketching & stared at her eyes.
James: My dream? To be seated right next to you on a jeepney. (smiled)
Devon: Huh? That's your dream?
James: Yes, and say "Here's our fare. That's for two, senior citizen."
Then James lend her the sketch pad. Devon then saw two old couple with fingers intertwined while the woman's head leaning on her man's shoulder.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Jaevon Short Stories and Oneshots: Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
James was dumb founded by what he saw on television. Earlier that night, Devon texted him to watch LOL because she and the rest of the GV Crew were the guests. Sam and Devon standing so close with each other. It made him feel like sick. He was about to turn the TV off but his conscience ceased him. “After all, I promised her to watch it, and besides, I love to watch her on TV.”, he said to himself. After several minutes, he found himself staring at the television, waiting for the cameraman to focus on the only girl of the group. Then came the moment when Devon had to receive the regaLOL. “If only I was there.”, he said when he heard Devon saying, “Guys, tulungan niyo naman ako.”, with matching sad face. Suddenly, he was surprised and felt jealous when Sam stood up and volunteered to receive the regaLOL instead of Devon. “How I wish I was there.”, he then said again to himself. Then he saw how grateful Devon was when Sam “rescued” her. He’s laughing at his reaction, he was grateful too that he was gentleman enough to sacrifice for Devon. But then again, he was jealous because he wasn’t able to help her beloved. The show ended. He wants to text Devon but he stopped himself. He’ll just wait for a day that he will meet up with her.
Days later, he received a text message from his RM that he will have a guesting at Happy Yippee Yehey on April 2 together with some GV Crew. “Who will be with me?”, he replied. Minutes later, his RM replied, “Devon, Aaron, Ivan and Sam”. His face lit up for seconds but then he read the last name registered on the screen. “Why is he always included?”, he said to himself. Then his conscience replied, “It’s because he plays the main role on GV.” He frowned at the idea.
The day he had been waiting for came. He arrived 10 minutes earlier than the said call-time. He then searched for the beautiful face he’s been longing to see for how many days, but she’s not yet around.
Ivan: Hey dude! (smiled and tapped him on his shoulder)
James: Dude. (tapped Ivan too)
Ivan: I noticed you’ve been looking for someone. (flash a suspicious look)
James: What are you talking about?
Ivan: Nothing.
Aaron: Uy, nandito na pala kayo!
James&Ivan: Hi dude.
Aaron: Kayo pa lang? Akala ko nandito na si Sam.
James: I arrived first.
Ivan: Yeah, nasan na kaya si Little Devs?
Aaron: Baka naman magkasama ang Samvon ngayon?
Ivan elbowed Aaron slightly on what he said. Aaron looked at him and figured out what he was trying to say.
Aaron: O James! Joke lang yun ah. (laughed awkwardly) Comfort room muna ako.
When Aaron left, Ivan tapped James’ shoulder.
Ivan: It’s okay to cry dude. (laugh)
James: Crazy, why should I?
Ivan: Don’t deny it. Oh! They’re here!
Sam: Hey Dudes. (tap on shoulder)
Ivan&James: Hey. (nod and tap)
Devon: Hi guys! (smiled sweetly and sat beside James)
Ivan: Did you arrive together?
Sam: Yeah, I saw her waiting for a cab so I decided to give her a ride.
James: Oh, I see. (looked at Devon)
Devon: What’s with that look? (she whispered to James)
James: Nothing.
Devon: What’s his problem now?
James: They arrived together. James! Stay calm.
Aaron went back and the staff called them, it’s time to play. They really enjoyed the game and James forgot what he’s feeling. After the show, a staff asked them to take a picture with her. The staff hugged Devon, he saw Sam automatically positioned himself beside Devon.
The staff asked James after she saw the picture.
Staff: James, why aren’t you smiling?
James: Just not feeling well. (smiled weakly)
Ivan: I think I know why. (smiled)
Sam: Are you okay dude?
James: Yeah, maybe I just need rest.
Devon: Are you sure?
James: Yeah.
They exchanged their goodbyes.
Sam: Devs, do you want a ride? I can drop you off.
Devon: Don’t mind me Sam, James will take me home. (smiled)
James face lit up.
Sam: Okay! Bye! Bye James!
James: Bye dude. (smiled)
They were walking on the hallway when James stopped.
James: Can we talk for awhile?
Devon: That’s exactly I wanna do right now, talk to you.
James: About the LOL guesting.
Devon: Oh, so I was right all along.
James: Why so stand so close to him? When Aaron received his regalol. You stand so close to him.
Devon: James, it’s nothing.
James: Are you sure?
Devon: So sure! Stop being jealous okay? (held his face)
James: How about the ride? You could’ve texted me.
Devon: I don’t want to bother you.
James: You know it’s nothing for me. I would do anything for you, you know that.
Devon: Okay I’m sorry. Forgive me now? Please?
James: Okay, you know I can’t stay mad at you. I love you so much Devs, and you know how protective I am of you.
Devon: It’s okay, I understand. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do that again. I love you too James, that’s why I can’t stand to see you sad.
James: Another thing, why aren’t you communicating for days? I’m so sad that time. (pout his lips and put a sad face)
Devon: Oh about that, you know I’m so busy with the tapings. I’m so sorry. (hugged James)
James can’t help to smile when she hugged him; she really knows how to please him. He still acted he’s mad. He didn’t hugged Devon back.
Devon: Awww, James! I’m sorry. (hugged him tight when she noticed he’s not hugging her back)
She then heard him laugh. Devon let go and looked at him.
Devon: What’s funny?
James: You. You know I can’t stay mad at you right? (still laughing)
Devon: But you’re mad at me.
James: No I’m not. (smiled)
Devon: Promise? (smiled sweetly)
James: Promise! (flashed his sweet smile too)
James: I love you girlfriend! (stared at her and smiled)
Devon: I love you too boyfriend! (smiled)
James: I love you girlfriend! (stared at her and smiled)
Devon: I love you too boyfriend! (smiled)
Then they left the premises holding each other’s hand with a smile on their faces.
Jaevon Short Stories and Oneshots: No Difference
James and Devon are eating an ice cream under the tree. Devon is leaning on James' chest. They were just talking about random things when Devon asked him a question.
Devon: Babe, which is more important? Your life? or Me? (looked at him)
James: Hmmm.. Before I answer that, let me ask you one question.
Devon: Okay.
James: Is there a difference between you and my life?
Devon blushed upon James' answer. She smiled and hit James playfully.
James: You know how I love you Devon. You are my everything now. If someone would stole you from me, I wouldn't know what to do. And I'm telling you, there's no difference between you and my life because, you're my life now.
He then flashed his best smile upon the girl he is considering his life, Devon.
Devon: Babe, which is more important? Your life? or Me? (looked at him)
James: Hmmm.. Before I answer that, let me ask you one question.
Devon: Okay.
James: Is there a difference between you and my life?
Devon blushed upon James' answer. She smiled and hit James playfully.
James: You know how I love you Devon. You are my everything now. If someone would stole you from me, I wouldn't know what to do. And I'm telling you, there's no difference between you and my life because, you're my life now.
He then flashed his best smile upon the girl he is considering his life, Devon.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Jaevon Short Stories and Oneshots: Text Message
My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one
night. Used to receiving important messages only,
I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.
"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?" Not knowing who
the sender was, I deleted the message right
away and placed the phone on my bedside table,
I tried to go back to sleep.
I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.
"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.
"Who the hell could this be asking for a txtmate at the wee hours of the night?"
I asked myself. Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.
I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone
and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My
parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone.
They told me that having one was more convenient
- they could monitor me even if they're miles away.
I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother
was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home,
I decided not to.
Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.
Same number...Such determination!
"Ply reply 2 dis msg & b an angel & save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"
I never knew why, but the message struck me.
I got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message.
"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman...
I'm just a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!!
Nway, do I know u?" I typed.
Seconds later came the reply.
"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul.
Nor does she know u.
But I want 2 b ur frnd.
I'm Devon Seron. U?"
"Just call me James.
How'd u get my no.?"
I sent back.
"Hi James, nice 2 meet u.
Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she replied.
That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.
We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night.
We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM!
I had to prepare for school!
And that was also how it all started.
A day would not pass without it loving and thoughtful messages from her.
It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.
Devon brought out something about me that I never knew I had;
I realized I could also be a romantic person...
even if it's just through text messaging.
"Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u in my heart.
Lock it up & throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..."
One day, she sent this message to me.
I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson & f u evr find 1,
hold on & nvr let go...
value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping & holdin on..."
I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine,
"Value d pipol hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know
just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf & nvr come back again."
I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though...
I could not go on a day without a single word from her.
I'd become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally.
But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.
I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by;
don't touch me f l8r ull jst let me cry;
dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."
I didn't know why I sent her that message,
but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart.
In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other,
I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.
I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's.
Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define.
We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up,
she told me not to call again. According to her,
it would be better if we would just text each other.
But the voice kept ringing,
not only in my head, but in my heart,
I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again,
but she never answered the phone.
She just kept on sending messages and quotations,
which I copied in a little notebook.
Hopeless romantic? I didn't know.
All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful,
they came from the heart and cut through the heart.
"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart.
I close my eyes & der u r. Even f I'll see u never,
I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever..."
One December night, she sent me this message.
By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month.
God knew how happy I was. She was right.
Although we had not seen each other,
what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.
I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do, hoping,
wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read ur mind f u luv me 2.
But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."
"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt...
I hope dat u will wait 4 me & pray dat u will not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.
And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny
but f destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den,
I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."
Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally,
she always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon."
Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her...
rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day.
And I was sure, she felt the same way, too.
Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts,
which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner,
we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.
Just a few days before Christmas.
She stopped sending messages.
At first I just though she had ran out of prepaid.
But there was something that kept bothering me...
I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous.
I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer.
Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.
Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday.
I heard my phone's message tone again... at last! It was from her!
"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2.
Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care.
Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."
I was dumbfounded.
I didn't know what to think of.
What did she mean?
I texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing.
I called her but she would not answer.
For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty.
I didn't know what to do.
I didn't want to lose her.
I had learned to love her.
And I wanted to be with her forever.
The following days I felt nothing but emptiness.
It seemed that Devon took the life out of me.
I missed her so much...her messages...
The tones that would tell me she'd sent another loving message.
Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.
Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas,
my cell beeped again. It was her!
"Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure the message was true,
then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again.
Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall.
I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived.
I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier.
I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me.
She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words;
small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful.
And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness?
"Hi, James," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night.
The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down."
"I am very pleased to meet you, Devon," I said,
as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.
"Thanks, James," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses.
I knew she loved pink roses.
"You are always welcome, Love"
"James, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears?
"I really must go."
"But we just met, Devon.
Can't we talk a little longer?"
I asked, pleadingly.
"I really cant.
I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me.
Thank you for everything, James.
I will never forget you...
you will always be here in my heart."
She was looking at me straight into the eyes,
and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear,
there was something in her voice and I swear,
there was something in those lovely yet lonely
eyes...
She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.
"Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," he said and
gave me a piece of white linen paper.
I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone.
The following day, Christmas,
I woke up early and excitedly readied myself, thinking of her.
I hurriedly went to a flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Devon.
They lived in an exclusive subdivision.
Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was
and that I was looking for Devon.
The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes
and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house.
As I looked at him while he was going inside the house,
only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.
A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.
"Hi, I'm Lynn, Devon's mother. Please come inside, James."
While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well -
Devon had always been talking about her friend, James.
I hardly understood what she was saying.
I was busy thinking why Devon's mother was crying while talking to me.
As we came near the great hall of the house,
it dawned on me that there was a wake inside,
Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought.
But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.
As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying,
shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Devon?"
She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers
- pink roses, nothing but pink roses.
No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there.
The same beautiful girl I met...
A man came beside me, I knew he was Devon's father.
"We are so glad you came, James.
Devon talked of you all the time.
She even asked that her phone be buried with her.
She said that in that way, you could still send her messages
and you would always be with her."
I couldn't believe everything...My mind was in limbo.
"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."
"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago.
She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.
"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.
"She told us not to bother reaching you," her mother said, still in tears,
"she said you will come, and here you are."
Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me.
I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face,
memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I
would never forget while I was still alive.
After the internment that afternoon,
I went to the chapel she had told me she went everyday.
Sitting there praying and crying to God,
I held my phone and typed:
"U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind;
u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but
ders 1 thing u didnt teach me & it hurts mor
- u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"
I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP again,
I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply,
yet as my phone beeped again, I felt a shiver down my spine.
The sender's number did not appear on the screen,
and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.
"Let go of d hand of d prson u love, but dnt let go of God's hand.
4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d prson u love
n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."
"I will never forget you, Devon and I will never let go..."
I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.
When problems are so big and your strength is no longer enough to carry them,
don't give up where your strength ends, the grace of God begins!
night. Used to receiving important messages only,
I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.
"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?" Not knowing who
the sender was, I deleted the message right
away and placed the phone on my bedside table,
I tried to go back to sleep.
I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.
"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.
"Who the hell could this be asking for a txtmate at the wee hours of the night?"
I asked myself. Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.
I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone
and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My
parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone.
They told me that having one was more convenient
- they could monitor me even if they're miles away.
I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother
was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home,
I decided not to.
Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.
Same number...Such determination!
"Ply reply 2 dis msg & b an angel & save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"
I never knew why, but the message struck me.
I got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message.
"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman...
I'm just a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!!
Nway, do I know u?" I typed.
Seconds later came the reply.
"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul.
Nor does she know u.
But I want 2 b ur frnd.
I'm Devon Seron. U?"
"Just call me James.
How'd u get my no.?"
I sent back.
"Hi James, nice 2 meet u.
Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she replied.
That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.
We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night.
We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM!
I had to prepare for school!
And that was also how it all started.
A day would not pass without it loving and thoughtful messages from her.
It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.
Devon brought out something about me that I never knew I had;
I realized I could also be a romantic person...
even if it's just through text messaging.
"Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u in my heart.
Lock it up & throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..."
One day, she sent this message to me.
I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson & f u evr find 1,
hold on & nvr let go...
value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping & holdin on..."
I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine,
"Value d pipol hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know
just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf & nvr come back again."
I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though...
I could not go on a day without a single word from her.
I'd become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally.
But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.
I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by;
don't touch me f l8r ull jst let me cry;
dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."
I didn't know why I sent her that message,
but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart.
In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other,
I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.
I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's.
Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define.
We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up,
she told me not to call again. According to her,
it would be better if we would just text each other.
But the voice kept ringing,
not only in my head, but in my heart,
I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again,
but she never answered the phone.
She just kept on sending messages and quotations,
which I copied in a little notebook.
Hopeless romantic? I didn't know.
All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful,
they came from the heart and cut through the heart.
"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart.
I close my eyes & der u r. Even f I'll see u never,
I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever..."
One December night, she sent me this message.
By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month.
God knew how happy I was. She was right.
Although we had not seen each other,
what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.
I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do, hoping,
wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read ur mind f u luv me 2.
But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."
"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt...
I hope dat u will wait 4 me & pray dat u will not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.
And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny
but f destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den,
I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."
Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally,
she always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon."
Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her...
rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day.
And I was sure, she felt the same way, too.
Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts,
which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner,
we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.
Just a few days before Christmas.
She stopped sending messages.
At first I just though she had ran out of prepaid.
But there was something that kept bothering me...
I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous.
I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer.
Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.
Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday.
I heard my phone's message tone again... at last! It was from her!
"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2.
Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care.
Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."
I was dumbfounded.
I didn't know what to think of.
What did she mean?
I texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing.
I called her but she would not answer.
For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty.
I didn't know what to do.
I didn't want to lose her.
I had learned to love her.
And I wanted to be with her forever.
The following days I felt nothing but emptiness.
It seemed that Devon took the life out of me.
I missed her so much...her messages...
The tones that would tell me she'd sent another loving message.
Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.
Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas,
my cell beeped again. It was her!
"Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure the message was true,
then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again.
Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall.
I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived.
I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier.
I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me.
She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words;
small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful.
And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness?
"Hi, James," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night.
The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down."
"I am very pleased to meet you, Devon," I said,
as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.
"Thanks, James," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses.
I knew she loved pink roses.
"You are always welcome, Love"
"James, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears?
"I really must go."
"But we just met, Devon.
Can't we talk a little longer?"
I asked, pleadingly.
"I really cant.
I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me.
Thank you for everything, James.
I will never forget you...
you will always be here in my heart."
She was looking at me straight into the eyes,
and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear,
there was something in her voice and I swear,
there was something in those lovely yet lonely
eyes...
She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.
"Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," he said and
gave me a piece of white linen paper.
I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone.
The following day, Christmas,
I woke up early and excitedly readied myself, thinking of her.
I hurriedly went to a flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Devon.
They lived in an exclusive subdivision.
Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was
and that I was looking for Devon.
The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes
and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house.
As I looked at him while he was going inside the house,
only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.
A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.
"Hi, I'm Lynn, Devon's mother. Please come inside, James."
While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well -
Devon had always been talking about her friend, James.
I hardly understood what she was saying.
I was busy thinking why Devon's mother was crying while talking to me.
As we came near the great hall of the house,
it dawned on me that there was a wake inside,
Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought.
But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.
As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying,
shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Devon?"
She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers
- pink roses, nothing but pink roses.
No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there.
The same beautiful girl I met...
A man came beside me, I knew he was Devon's father.
"We are so glad you came, James.
Devon talked of you all the time.
She even asked that her phone be buried with her.
She said that in that way, you could still send her messages
and you would always be with her."
I couldn't believe everything...My mind was in limbo.
"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."
"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago.
She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.
"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.
"She told us not to bother reaching you," her mother said, still in tears,
"she said you will come, and here you are."
Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me.
I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face,
memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I
would never forget while I was still alive.
After the internment that afternoon,
I went to the chapel she had told me she went everyday.
Sitting there praying and crying to God,
I held my phone and typed:
"U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind;
u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but
ders 1 thing u didnt teach me & it hurts mor
- u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"
I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP again,
I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply,
yet as my phone beeped again, I felt a shiver down my spine.
The sender's number did not appear on the screen,
and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.
"Let go of d hand of d prson u love, but dnt let go of God's hand.
4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d prson u love
n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."
"I will never forget you, Devon and I will never let go..."
I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.
When problems are so big and your strength is no longer enough to carry them,
don't give up where your strength ends, the grace of God begins!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Jaevon Short Stories ad Oneshots: Karma
Devon is head over heels in love with Sam, her boyfriend for months. Lately, she noticed that Sam is giving her a cold treatment. One day, Sam talked to her.
Sam: Devon, I have to end our relationship, I just realized that I don’t love you anymore. I’m too busy on my studies and I can’t concentrate because you’re always texting and calling me. I’m sorry. Goodbye.
Devon: Sam, wait. Please don’t do this. I love you very much. (crying)
Sam: But I don’t feel the same anymore. Let me go Devon.
Sam walked away, leaving her crying. Suddenly, someone offered her a hanky. It’s James, Sam’s bestfriend. She took the hanky while he sat beside her.
James: Don’t cry like that, he doesn’t deserve it.
Devon: But I love him so much.
James: I know, but he doesn’t deserve the love you’re giving him. He’s my bestfriend but I don’t know what’s happening to him.
Devon: Thank you James. I promise to get over him soon.
Sam went abroad to finish his studies, and he don’t call or communicate with the people he left, even his bestfriend James. He didn’t have serious relationships with other girls and he realized something.
Sam: I miss you Devon. I miss those times when you take care of me. I still love you Devon. And I want you back.
He went home and called Devon using her old number and felt happy to know that she’s still using the same number.
Devon: Hello?
Sam: Hi babe, I miss you.
Devon: Who’s this? Can we talk later? I’m busy planning my wedding.
He was somewhat surprised because the girl he loves will be marrying another man. He was about to speak again when he overheard someone called Devon.
Woman: Devon, where’s your groom? He’s late.
Devon: I was supposed to call him but someone called me.
Woman: Tell James to hurry. Okay?
Devon: Okay.
He was again surprised to hear whose Devon’s groom. James. His best friend. He was startled when he heard Devon spoke.
Devon: Hello? Who’s this again?
Sam: Devon, are you going to marry James?
Devon: Sam? Is this you?
Sam: Yeah, it’s me. I thought of winning you back because I realized that I still love you.
Devon: I’m sorry Sam but I don’t feel the same anymore. James was the one who picked me up when you left me there crying. He took care of me and loves me more than I loved you. I’m sorry. Goodbye.
She hangs up the phone. Sam was left crying. Devon’s words hurt him. And he remembered that those words were the same words he told her the day he left her.
Jaevon Short Stories ad Oneshots: Diaries
Devon:
Dear Diary,
I saw James passing my way. I didn’t know what to do. I want to smile and greet him but I feel so awkward so I looked the other way. Besides, he’s the star of the basketball team, he’ll never notice a geek like me.
James:
Dear Diary,
I passed by the corridor and saw Devon, the pretty smart girl I usually sit with during chemistry class. I tried to smile at her but she looked the other way. Besides, I’m just a guy who could shoot some hoops while she’s this pretty honor student, she’ll never like a geek like me.
Jaevon Short Stories ad Oneshots: Traitors
Devon: I saw a slow, passionate and romantic kiss. Her arms around his neck and his hands were on her waist. Her eyes were closed and so were his. It was like watching a kissing scene in a movie. I was really amazed by the two of them. Except for one bitter fact, she’s Ericka, my bestfriend and he’s James, my one-year boyfriend.
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