With Patches of Many Hues
Written by Dan Christian Basañes on Sunday, September 5, 2010
It almost felt like a glimpse of heaven when Mary Lou Livingston started to remember the world where she lurked over and liquidated any persona of grudge and hatred. She almost had it – her much awaited emancipation, when what she thought of was suddenly worked down bit by bit. As she tried to fix again her mind, she tried to be calm. As her tender fingers waved through her bright yellow hair, she grabs her make-up and paints for herself the happiest of faces. She prepares the car for the basement and dries the tears as she went up the hotel’s flight of stairs.
Mary Lou Livingston, a freshman then – a testament to her family’s name, had just graduated with rainbows flaunting with her. Young Mary Lou was always the shy one. She never really reached out – nor tried. She had friends who were at times failed to understand what she felt towards an older Jonathan Emile Stark, who was then a senior lad who was also the complete opposite of Lou, as what her friends named him.
She was very much admired indeed. “She is as gorgeous as the sure setting and rising of the sun,” remarked by one of her avid admirers. “If she doesn’t taste like velvet cream as how she looks like, I don’t know if my body’s working,” exclaimed by one of the goon-looking drunkard near their subdivision.
As time flowed with her hair, Lou was able to notice that she was very busy that she wasn’t able to lay her most coveted eyes to Emile. “Surely, no one would notice if I would just pretend not to look…” stopped Lou while she was trying to redirect her attention to her friend who was the laughing stock of their recently graduated batch for tripping by her own 5-inch stilettos. “Looking again for that guy? Lou, get a hold of you. He’s not even worthy of your look. And besides, there are some better guys. Look around, they are waiting for you…” And as her friend continued to blabber unheard voices, Lou was in heaven.
“Shall I love you?” said Lou who was trekking the clouds of dreams while walking home. She was really admiring that guy who, for his most, has not noticed her ever since. She was preoccupied before they graduated and even bothered not her friends so they would not bother her back. It was the one that she had back then. As she tried to cool the flame of her feeling for Emile, she dozed back to sleep.
In spite of older Emile’s bad records, he was just proclaimed as a ‘bad-boy’ but tag him not, his heart was pure and his deeds were true to himself. Lou loved him so much. The fear of rejection reigned right after Emile was publicly humiliated in front of the young Lou and her friends. As Emile turned away, a distant tear fell down the ripples of the ground – a sign of vowing not to face Lou again though he wanted to be friends with her. For any reason, Emile became more timid than the usual and he tried so hard to avoid Lou but never can I disprove his gentle looks and admiration for Lou.
Emile was then working right after he graduated. Lou was there to bid her silent good-bye to Emile during his graduation. He had a beautiful fiancé who was comparable to Lou and was also there to be with Emile. He was really not too fine even if he had a fiancé that almost looked like Lou.
“I can hardly believe that we are graduating tomorrow,” said Lou’s friend who was contemplating what make-up to wear for the next day’s event. “Yeah, I do hope that it would be a very fine day tomorrow,” said Lou who was wondering if Emile would come to witness her success especially she was to be crowned victor. “How I wish that Emile would visit us,” said Lou who was silently saying that Emile must come for her.
The much awaited day finally came. After Lou’s speech, she immediately saw Emile who waved and gestured that they meet after she has gone down. “I finally got the chance to tell how much I used to adore you. You were so young then…” said Emile to the blushing Lou. “But you were too old for me then…” said Lou who was undoubtedly overwhelmed by the scheme of them being a dyad. “If I could just say…” said Lou to herself. So they continued speaking with one another.
“I want you to be at my wedding reception in the hotel near my office. Please be there,” said Emile. These words seemed to be harsh as it entered her mind. “Please kill me,” she said to herself without noticing that she was able to speak it out enough for Emile to hear. “I beg your pardon?” Emile said. Luckily, he wasn’t really paying much attention.
Holding her make-up, she painted a mask of unchained happiness and tried to wave back as Emile slowly paved his way to his car. The day came of the final scene of patching.
As Lou stepped out of her car, she felt a streak of tears plummeting over her red cheeks. She wiped it off. “Here I am again, it seems that I never learned how to carry on,” she said while trying to convince herself that she can do it.
She tried to hurry up because her friends were already there in the hotel room. They were just waiting for the dyad that was just happily made into one. “Damn these shoes! I can’t walk on steadily,” she frustratingly exclaimed while trying to forget all the past. And as she did, tears overwhelmed her whole being. And as tears flowed, she faced the mirror and patched the dull lines with colorful paints of concealed bliss.
As she popped close the palette, she felt like she wanted to break down and cry. Emotions filled her heart. How she wished that she can still go back home, but it was really too late. She was already on the staircase, thirteen steps away from the door to the reception. She pondered too much that she found that there would be no world left for her if Emile would be with someone else. She tried hard to push through. “How am I supposed to do this, my paintings are fading each time I lay a foot on these stairs,” Lou said while ruminating what words to utter. She didn’t want to ruin such a nice relationship. “I am not like that. I am not a slut. I won’t die… I hope,” she said hesitatingly.
“Shall I love you?” she said. It was a ridiculous attachment. Emile had his fiancé dressed in the most beautiful way possible. Lou had just dressed herself with an emaciated dress of her mother. “Shall I love you? Or shall I free you?” Thoughts were really mumbling again and again. Her face was an emotion of melancholic happiness that even her paintings can never hide.
She gathered up all of her strength to swallow all the emotions that she was bearing and she had felt. “I need him…” she said to herself. She almost got twisted by this but she managed. Her mind is too complex to understand simple things. “How do I ever survive?” she asked herself. She did it. She found a question hard enough for her to think of. She continued walking up and as she opened the door, things changed – changed a lot. She therefore concluded that she would not confide her secret feelings. She will just patch it again and again. She dined for a while and got herself more comfortable with her friends.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present you my wife, Constance Eunice Marie Thomas…” Emile said happily as he tried to look for Mary Lou. As he continued talking, he finally found Lou. “I am so happy that you were able to get here. You completed my day,” said Emile while hugging Lou as if they were the couple happily married. Lou was very much pleased. Tears hurtled down as if they were falls. “Excuse me for a while Emile, I’ll just get my drink,” reasoned by Lou.
Lou hurried to the comfort room instead. She almost broke down with tears. “Patch it with make-up,” – and so she did. She happily did it. She pondered by herself and tried not to show how much she wanted Emile to love him back. “I can do this…” said Lou.
The party was almost magic, with colorful hues of lights, majestic sounds, alluring people and of course, the couple was present. They both looked their best and everyone commended them. When Lou saw them, she greeted them without hesitation. “My best wishes are only for the two of you,” said Lou who was perfectly painted with the magic of hues. “Why thank you, Mary Lou,” said Emile’s wife.
The party moved on as if Mary Lou was left behind. All things were very slow. As the world around the reception slowly paced, she was now able to accept all things. “Why keep the grudge?” said Lou to herself. She slowly began to feel unknown happiness. As she tries to look for her friends, she saw Emile dropped his wallet. She tried to get it back for him but Emile disappeared in a snap.
“I’m sure Emile would not mind if I slowly picked this up… oh, something fell,” said Lou who was trying to figure out why Emile had a bulgy wallet. A sweet voice was heard not from afar, but her lips were both feeling each other. “AND I LOVED HER…” A picture of hers fell and those four words have stricken her being.
Tiers of water smudged Lou’s magical hues and being. Emile instinctively looked back for any reason he did not know. He was really shocked of Lou holding her picture but he has no split seconds. With a single sway of fate, words seemed to play. Emile whispered low, “And I still love you…”
Mary Lou Livingston, a freshman then – a testament to her family’s name, had just graduated with rainbows flaunting with her. Young Mary Lou was always the shy one. She never really reached out – nor tried. She had friends who were at times failed to understand what she felt towards an older Jonathan Emile Stark, who was then a senior lad who was also the complete opposite of Lou, as what her friends named him.
She was very much admired indeed. “She is as gorgeous as the sure setting and rising of the sun,” remarked by one of her avid admirers. “If she doesn’t taste like velvet cream as how she looks like, I don’t know if my body’s working,” exclaimed by one of the goon-looking drunkard near their subdivision.
As time flowed with her hair, Lou was able to notice that she was very busy that she wasn’t able to lay her most coveted eyes to Emile. “Surely, no one would notice if I would just pretend not to look…” stopped Lou while she was trying to redirect her attention to her friend who was the laughing stock of their recently graduated batch for tripping by her own 5-inch stilettos. “Looking again for that guy? Lou, get a hold of you. He’s not even worthy of your look. And besides, there are some better guys. Look around, they are waiting for you…” And as her friend continued to blabber unheard voices, Lou was in heaven.
“Shall I love you?” said Lou who was trekking the clouds of dreams while walking home. She was really admiring that guy who, for his most, has not noticed her ever since. She was preoccupied before they graduated and even bothered not her friends so they would not bother her back. It was the one that she had back then. As she tried to cool the flame of her feeling for Emile, she dozed back to sleep.
In spite of older Emile’s bad records, he was just proclaimed as a ‘bad-boy’ but tag him not, his heart was pure and his deeds were true to himself. Lou loved him so much. The fear of rejection reigned right after Emile was publicly humiliated in front of the young Lou and her friends. As Emile turned away, a distant tear fell down the ripples of the ground – a sign of vowing not to face Lou again though he wanted to be friends with her. For any reason, Emile became more timid than the usual and he tried so hard to avoid Lou but never can I disprove his gentle looks and admiration for Lou.
Emile was then working right after he graduated. Lou was there to bid her silent good-bye to Emile during his graduation. He had a beautiful fiancé who was comparable to Lou and was also there to be with Emile. He was really not too fine even if he had a fiancé that almost looked like Lou.
“I can hardly believe that we are graduating tomorrow,” said Lou’s friend who was contemplating what make-up to wear for the next day’s event. “Yeah, I do hope that it would be a very fine day tomorrow,” said Lou who was wondering if Emile would come to witness her success especially she was to be crowned victor. “How I wish that Emile would visit us,” said Lou who was silently saying that Emile must come for her.
The much awaited day finally came. After Lou’s speech, she immediately saw Emile who waved and gestured that they meet after she has gone down. “I finally got the chance to tell how much I used to adore you. You were so young then…” said Emile to the blushing Lou. “But you were too old for me then…” said Lou who was undoubtedly overwhelmed by the scheme of them being a dyad. “If I could just say…” said Lou to herself. So they continued speaking with one another.
“I want you to be at my wedding reception in the hotel near my office. Please be there,” said Emile. These words seemed to be harsh as it entered her mind. “Please kill me,” she said to herself without noticing that she was able to speak it out enough for Emile to hear. “I beg your pardon?” Emile said. Luckily, he wasn’t really paying much attention.
Holding her make-up, she painted a mask of unchained happiness and tried to wave back as Emile slowly paved his way to his car. The day came of the final scene of patching.
As Lou stepped out of her car, she felt a streak of tears plummeting over her red cheeks. She wiped it off. “Here I am again, it seems that I never learned how to carry on,” she said while trying to convince herself that she can do it.
She tried to hurry up because her friends were already there in the hotel room. They were just waiting for the dyad that was just happily made into one. “Damn these shoes! I can’t walk on steadily,” she frustratingly exclaimed while trying to forget all the past. And as she did, tears overwhelmed her whole being. And as tears flowed, she faced the mirror and patched the dull lines with colorful paints of concealed bliss.
As she popped close the palette, she felt like she wanted to break down and cry. Emotions filled her heart. How she wished that she can still go back home, but it was really too late. She was already on the staircase, thirteen steps away from the door to the reception. She pondered too much that she found that there would be no world left for her if Emile would be with someone else. She tried hard to push through. “How am I supposed to do this, my paintings are fading each time I lay a foot on these stairs,” Lou said while ruminating what words to utter. She didn’t want to ruin such a nice relationship. “I am not like that. I am not a slut. I won’t die… I hope,” she said hesitatingly.
“Shall I love you?” she said. It was a ridiculous attachment. Emile had his fiancé dressed in the most beautiful way possible. Lou had just dressed herself with an emaciated dress of her mother. “Shall I love you? Or shall I free you?” Thoughts were really mumbling again and again. Her face was an emotion of melancholic happiness that even her paintings can never hide.
She gathered up all of her strength to swallow all the emotions that she was bearing and she had felt. “I need him…” she said to herself. She almost got twisted by this but she managed. Her mind is too complex to understand simple things. “How do I ever survive?” she asked herself. She did it. She found a question hard enough for her to think of. She continued walking up and as she opened the door, things changed – changed a lot. She therefore concluded that she would not confide her secret feelings. She will just patch it again and again. She dined for a while and got herself more comfortable with her friends.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present you my wife, Constance Eunice Marie Thomas…” Emile said happily as he tried to look for Mary Lou. As he continued talking, he finally found Lou. “I am so happy that you were able to get here. You completed my day,” said Emile while hugging Lou as if they were the couple happily married. Lou was very much pleased. Tears hurtled down as if they were falls. “Excuse me for a while Emile, I’ll just get my drink,” reasoned by Lou.
Lou hurried to the comfort room instead. She almost broke down with tears. “Patch it with make-up,” – and so she did. She happily did it. She pondered by herself and tried not to show how much she wanted Emile to love him back. “I can do this…” said Lou.
The party was almost magic, with colorful hues of lights, majestic sounds, alluring people and of course, the couple was present. They both looked their best and everyone commended them. When Lou saw them, she greeted them without hesitation. “My best wishes are only for the two of you,” said Lou who was perfectly painted with the magic of hues. “Why thank you, Mary Lou,” said Emile’s wife.
The party moved on as if Mary Lou was left behind. All things were very slow. As the world around the reception slowly paced, she was now able to accept all things. “Why keep the grudge?” said Lou to herself. She slowly began to feel unknown happiness. As she tries to look for her friends, she saw Emile dropped his wallet. She tried to get it back for him but Emile disappeared in a snap.
“I’m sure Emile would not mind if I slowly picked this up… oh, something fell,” said Lou who was trying to figure out why Emile had a bulgy wallet. A sweet voice was heard not from afar, but her lips were both feeling each other. “AND I LOVED HER…” A picture of hers fell and those four words have stricken her being.
Tiers of water smudged Lou’s magical hues and being. Emile instinctively looked back for any reason he did not know. He was really shocked of Lou holding her picture but he has no split seconds. With a single sway of fate, words seemed to play. Emile whispered low, “And I still love you…”
I really love the story even if I took up 20 mins to read the whole article. so nice story
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