I walked back a little further, picked a nice, soft spot, paused, and lay down. I was in the middle of nowhere. At the foot of the mountains. They were looming at me. The stars had fallen, and, set the trees ablaze. I can hear the jungle. No one could see me. I was ten feet below ground. Two spots emerged on my horizon. White and orange. They grew faster than I expected. The spots were no longer spots. They took shape. Nobody knows I’m here. Nobody knows I’m here. Nobody kno-
“What are you doing? I thought we were heading back to the dorm.” The one in white said, squinting behind his glasses.
“You don’t have to be mean, JJ. Of course, what do people do here but mope and feel the world crushing them? He’s here emoting.”
JJ shrugged, and sat beside me.
“Yeah? You walked back without telling us. What are you emoting around here for? I think we only got to talk about Rooroo’s problem the last thirty minutes.”
The one in orange sat at my other side.
“Okay, Alvin. Let’s talk about you now.”
Don’t you have stuff to do? I’m in the middle of nowhere, and nobody’s supposed to know I’m here.
“Mr. Dimaano desperately pushes the button on the control. Mr. Santiago comes up, panicking- ‘what’s the status?’ Mr. Dimaano can’t give him an answer! He pushes and pushes, but the astronaut doesn’t seem to hear from the control. Mr. Dimaano shouts ‘EARTH TO VINCE, EARTH TO VINCE!”
Rooroo laughed. Even I laughed. Geek.
“See? I like it when you smile, Vince. That wasn’t too good a performance, JJ, but you made him smile.”
I’m in the middle of nowhere, I’m at the foot of the mountains, the stars had fallen-
“No you’re not! You’re in the middle of this field (that they call the sunken garden, and I don’t get at all why they call it that way)!”
“Because, it sounds better that way. Sunken garden versus sunken field?”
Rooroo raised his hand, “Teacher, me! I think the politically correct one is better.”
Sunken field? Rooroo?
He paused for a while and took it back a second after. “Yeah, sunken garden sounds more dramatic.”
I smiled at this. I was right.
Rooroo clapped his hands in delight. “He smiled again, he smiled again!”
“Why don’t you tell us what’s wrong, Vince? I mean, we were fifteen steps to the dorm when we found out you didn’t follow us. We find you here in this “middle of nowhere” of yours. We’re looking like clowns, we’re tired, and you don’t even give us a talent fee for cheering you up.”
I sat up, sighed, and looked at Rooroo.
“Oh, the face! Don’t look at me with that face! It slaps me in the face with the Shrek Puss-in-boots eyes that say ‘poor me, I’m cute, but poor me’.”
I laid down back again. You guessed that right.
“Don’t put stuff in his mouth, Rooroo. He was supposed to tell us, and you blew it off.”
“I’ll blow something else off if he doesn’t tell us what’s wrong in five seconds!” Rooroo cried in despair as he lay down beside me.
JJ did the same thing.
“You just like it here, don’t you? In this ‘middle of nowhere. Are we ever going back to the dorm?”
“Okay, Vince. We’re in the middle of nowhere. Nobody knows we’re here.”
Even just for an hour, I’d like to hide from Her. Her very presence would fill me up to the brim and She’d suffocate me. And I’d be Her slave. Then my heart would break again and again, because She doesn’t even know my name, my face, my room number, my existence. Even then, I’d still be Her slave. The ecstasy would drain everything out of me, and I was just –tired- of it all. She’d be there, like it or not. But I can get away if I’m here.
For a whole seven minutes they just lay there. Quiet. In the middle of nowhere, at the foot of the mountains, where the stars had fallen.
“Vince, who are we hiding from?”
Love.
Rooroo sighed. As if to resign. As if to give up. JJ?
JJ did the same thing.
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