Twenty Things


In the 20 hours that already passed by, 20 curves of the lips happened, 20 words have been exchanged, and 20 tears have dropped from his cheeks. Could’ve been because of the chili sauce, but he’s not entirely sure. His vision had started to blur and his hands were shaking, not noticed by his companion.

He looked at the clock and stared as the minute-hand was moving quicker than it should. He wondered why the indicator of seconds had suddenly disappeared. The heat of the room and bright lights had struck him after a while and the dizziness crept at his system. His brown eyes darted around nervously and his thin lips pursed into a line.

“Is anything wrong?”

His gaze fell on her petite form. Her stupid black doe eyes, her irritating pale pink lips, her full fat cheeks, her ugly string-like hair… he hated everything about her. She was waving her hand in front of his face now like he was an idiot. Yep, she definitely annoyed the hell out of him.

“No,” he said calmly. “Nothing is wrong.”

She gave him a small smile and nodded her head. She decided to continue eating her food and ignore him for a while.

He gritted his teeth.


She looked up at him and tilted her head to the side in confusion. “Why what?”

“Why now?” He gritted his teeth. Infuriating woman!

She felt a tug at her lips as it formed an almost unnoticeable frown. “It’s not like I wanted this to happen.”

“But it’s happening and you’re just letting it,” he pointed out dryly. “So why are you letting it?”

“Because…” She trailed off as she chewed on her bottom lip.

He just watched her and after a while, she decided that a nonchalant shrug was the answer to his question. He felt as if a vein popped in his forehead as his eyebrows furrowed in anger. He gripped his spoon tightly as he spoke, “… you’re just going to ignore me. Just like that.”

She gave out a sigh. “No, of course not. We’re–“

“–no,” he interjected coldly. “We’re not.”

She paused, her eyes staring directly at him, scrutinizing him. How dare she! “You… you need this.”

He turned his head at the side and saw the clock in his peripheral vision. 20 minutes and 20 seconds counting. At the background, a song was playing and oddly, it sounded familiar.

We’re just two lovers crying at each other’s shoulders.
Lover, please. Do not fall to your knees.
It’s not like I believe in everlasting love.

“I love you, you know that.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I’ll keep on waiting for you.”


“Please reconsider.”

“I… don’t know.”

Twenty words were exchanged. Twenty ragged breaths. Twenty blinks of the eyes. And twenty more seconds before she finally stood up from her seat and evaded his gaze.

“I… I better go.”

“Yeah.” He didn’t know what else he could say.

She walked away from him and he stayed at his seat, waiting. After a few moments, he heard applause and he smiled as he looked down the stage at the director.

“Well done!” The man said. “You guys are wonderful! So much chemistry!”

He looked at her as she crossed the stage and bowed at the man. She beamed at the people that were praising them. He watched her for a while and didn’t even notice that they were exchanging glances.

Her wonderful, black doe eyes. Her enticing pink lips. Her blushing cheeks under the theatre lights. Her soft, shiny dark hair… he loved everything about her. She gave him a soft smile and he read as her lips formed the words:

“Want to grab some dinner after this?”

“Yes,” he grinned. “Definitely.”


2 Responses to “Twenty Things”

  1. 1 blackwatertown

    Aha – very good. I enjoyed reading your story.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s