The parallel universe, third sight

She closed her eyes, she saw the girl again. It was at a path, at both sides trees were hovering over. This time, she isn’t holding her hand. She was crying. Even though no sounds could be heard, and she still can’t see her face, her gesture shows it all. She kept shaking her head and her hands covered her face. Then, she knelt down. It was the same memory from before. She was always crying. As she tried to reach out for the girl, to stop her from crying, the vision fades.

She woke up at the same place as the day before. The darkened trees and the buildings in shambles. She took a closer look and realized that it was the same place in her memories. The girl crying and kneeling on the floor. It was the exact same place, how have she not notice the first time.  She looked down picturing that girl down on her knees, hands hovering her face. Lya don’t cry. She jumped up and looked around. Whose voice was that? She was certain that she was alone all the while. But how does the voice knows her name? she have been alone in the parallel universe all these time. Then she decided to leave the place. She moved towards the dark forest where the creatures of the night had taken over.

The forest was dark; step by step she tried to find her way through, using the blue flame in her palm to guide her. Instead of feeling nervous or scared, she found the darkness around her comforting. It felt like it was the only thing that could bring her mind to ease. She found a certain familiarity within that place. It felt like home. In the back of her head she knew up ahead she have to turn left, and there will be a small hut with a rabbit house at the door. She walked up ahead, turned left. There lay a hut, and just beside it was a small blue house, just big enough for a rabbit to stay in. She continued on, letting her curiosity take over. She raised her hand and attempted to knock the door, but it was already open. The switch should be on the right. She reached out into the darkness and felt the switch at her fingertips. She flipped it, as the lights flickered, her head started to hurt. She tried to resist the pain and looked around. There was a broken photo frame on the floor. But the funny things was, in the photo frame wasn’t a picture. It was a letter.

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That’s all for today, goodnight midnight bunnies(:

the parallel universe, the second sight

The blue flames ignited at the back of her eyes. Her legs dangled at the edge of the roof. She opened her eyes, the same city lights illuminated the place. The lamp post that flickered yesterday still flickers today. It seems that nothing had changed. Although she is used to the process of travelling back in time and appearing back on the roof of this 32 storey building, it still bothered her a lot. Why here of all places? Is this where the portal used to be? She reminiscence back to the memory. The dandelion field, the sun, her smile. Is it even possible? There is no sun in the parallel universe, it has always been the night. The girl’s smile, she was always crying when she tries to pry into the past. Who is she anyway? Why is she smiling so happily when in all the other flashbacks of her was all about her tears? There were too many unanswered questions.

She decided to take a walk on the streets. She turned around and lifted herself off the ledge, towards the stairs. The stairway is dark. The steps, walls and railings are all painted black. There isn’t any light to guide the way other than the rays from the outside lamp posts. She strolled down and began her journey to the bottom. The stairs bring serenity but it felt cold and lonely. Each step she took, the loneliness grows. It felt as though she is sinking in a sea of tar, the more she tries to tell herself she is not lonely at all, the faster she drowns. It’s like the sea was telling her to stop living in self-denial. At the last flight of stairs, she took a leap of faith and landed on the bricked pavement. It was crowded today. She spun around and headed towards a random direction that she stopped at.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment. All their blue flames were raging. Their will to live were all pretty strong. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. A little boy, his flame was tiny. It was so tiny that a gentle breeze could just put it out. She opened her eyes, the boy was with a group of friends. All of them were chatting and smiling happily. Among all of them, he had the widest smile. Why was his smile the biggest when his will to live is the smallest? Then he saw her. Their eyes locked for a moment. Then she saw his flame flickered and turn red, grew bigger and went back to blue. She was astounded by what had happened. Everything to her seemed hazy now, and she felt as though there were hammers pounding her head repetitively. She could still see the boy, staring at her with confused eyes. But she could only feel her vision darken. With all the strength she could muster, she looked for a place to escape from the crowds. She spotted a dark alley across the street 20 feet away from her. She dragged her feet across, trying to reach her salvation. It was awfully hard, but eventually she made it. She leaned against the wall and slide down, sitting on the floor in the end. Her head didn’t hurt as bad anymore. In that moment the only thing she could think of is that girl’s smile from her memories. Once again, she took a deep breath and pry into her own past. 

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That's all for now.
Goodnight midnight bunnies(:

the parallel universe, the first sight

She sat at the edge of the 32 story building, her legs dangling freely, the wind that grazes her skin. It was a windy night. She has been stuck at the same place for months. The lights from the top is really breath-taking. It was so beautiful. The lights that guide the way through the dark. But in this parallel universe, each lamp post signify the life span of each and every individual. She closed her eyes, as usual the blue flames appeared in her vision one by one. Similar to the lamp posts, the blue flame shows each person’s will to live. Some were brighter than the others, while some flicker and fades out entirely. She opened her eyes, releasing her clenched fist in front of her. A blue flame, danced on her palm. No one was able to do that, but her. Why was she able to control her own will to live? Ever since that day when they went through the portal and arrived in this parallel universe, her memories kept fading. Today, she only remembers her name and broken pieces of her past. Whenever she tries to remember them she’ll end up travelling back in time, but that didn’t stop her. She just wanted to fill up the empty gaps inside her, to cover the empty spaces. She closed her eyes once again. She saw a field of dandelions, then she saw a girl. Her face was blurred but she was smiling and saying something. Their hands were linked together.  Through the tugging she could feel her anxiety and cheerfulness. Where were they going though? Then little by little it got darker, and darker and the scene fades away completely. She opened her eyes, she has no idea where she was this time. There was a path that leads towards the darkened trees and the other that leads back to the buildings. She chose not to be adventurous and headed back to the buildings.

The tall buildings that portray their sturdy image from afar are in shambles as she got closer. She had travelled back in time again. She found a torn cloth bag at the curb of the road, picked it up and covered herself. As the night darkens, the creatures of the night ventured on. The owls hoot and the bats flew above searching for a prey. Meantime, she dozed off to the melody of the hoots.

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This is a new series that I started quite some time ago. and i think it is about time i finished it. So viola. As usual any other would be posted at the alternative blog to not stop the flow of parallel universe:3

So hope you bunnies like it(:

Goodnight midnight bunnies.

A Simple Gesture

Sometimes, a simple gesture is all it takes to show your care and concern. Because actions always mean more than words. People could say that they care and they will be there for you, but aren’t all those just claims if nothing is done in the end? For me, I give hugs; I put my arm around your shoulders or just touch you when you are telling me about your situation. Doing any more than that, they might cry and honestly I hate seeing people cry. Not because I really hate seeing people cry because I don’t know what to do and might end up crying also. Anyway, these small little gestures might not look much but it might mean a lot to the person suffering. It is done to tell them you are there for them. Be it physically to lend a listening ear, to just have someone close to you or mentally to distract or cheer you up. I’ll be there to let you know that you don’t have to face this situation alone.

I think I have emphasized this on my personal and public blog a couple of times already. If you midnight bunnies have any problems that you have come to face, I am just 8 numbers away, for those who know me. For those who don’t, you can always click on the ‘ask away’ tab on the right, and I will reply as soon as I see it. Be it knowing you or not, I’ll do my best to be there and help. Cause it’s never easy to face a situation all by yourself.

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It's a short post that probably shouldn't even exist. 

But I just thought I should get it out there

Meantime, goodnight midnight bunnies

Hold your close ones tight:3

With You

Her vision were blurred. It was like a vintage movie played through her eyes. Each step she took the images she saw only got darker. From the sides then altogether. She knew her eyes were wide open, which scares her even more. To know that her eyes are open, but she could see nothing. No colours, no scenes of the place that she is supposed to be. Just pitch black. That wasn’t the only thing that she was frightened of. She knows that someone was talking to her. She knows her friends were trying to tell her something but she couldn’t hear a single word. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of a high frequency noise and her heart pounding though her head. The soft muted sounds of her friends trying to tell her information that she couldn’t register. The sound of her heartbeat she could hear through her ears. The sight of darkness with her eyes opened. At that moment she had temporarily lost her sense of sight and hearing. Darkness with the sound of a single heartbeat booming in her ears.

But she still had her sense of touch.

      She still had her sense of smell.

She smell the fragrance of a man. A little bit of sweat mixed with cologne and alcohol. It will probably be the smell that she wouldn’t forget for the time being. She could feel her body stuck to his. She could feel his arms around her. Guiding her through a dark abyss from what she sees. Those firm arms didn’t falter even when she almost fell. It was a really tight grip. One of his hands on her waist lifting her up and the other giving her support by holding her hand.

Even though she was completely wasted, she knew someone was there for her. Someone to bring her home safely. Someone that would take care of her no matter how she is.

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She was caught off guard. It was the usual routine. Greeting him afternoon, because she would always wake up first. Then they would set a time to meet at the coffee shop below for lunch and he would send her to the country club for her activities. But it was slightly different that day, because she was in a rush. So, she headed off first, leaving him behind at the coffee shop. The she heard her name being called. He went after her deciding to give her a ride, despite having things to complete. Throughout the ride, they talked about irrelevant things to disturb the silence. But the trip was short. She soon arrived at the destination. As usual, she thanked him for the ride. Just when she was about to leave, he held on to her arm and pulled her towards him. She was stunned by his actions, but it definitely brought a smile to her face. Then she whispered in his ear.

If you keep doing this, I wouldn’t want to let you go.

He laughed his girly laugh and let go. It reminded her, it was the second time of the day that he created chances to prolong the time they spend together. Maybe, it was just a one-sided feeling. Then she came to realize that was how he felt when she shocked him with the kiss on his lips and cheeks in the lift. But today, he definitely shocked her.

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Hey there midnight bunnies:3

As some of you might feel that this post has the same title as the one a while back. So the story goes like this. I've written it some time back on hardcopy but somehow I misplaced it. Hence, I tried to recreate the same story according to my memory. The today, i found the original copy. So here it is. Hopefully it feels like two different ones. 

Meantime, sleep tight and hug your chubby bolsters even tighter:3

Remember when

Remember when I wanted to see you and it was like the easiest thing in the world? When you were just a phone call or a text away. It was just a few minutes and I would be able to see your face. Cause you would travel the distance for me.

Remember when we would text all night? Even if you’d complain and rant that you have work the next day, you would still stay up late to accompany me till I fall asleep. Cause you didn’t want me to be alone, thinking about ridiculous things.

Remember when you actually cared about the things that happened in my life? When you could lie about watching your show, but you were actually staying up late to make sure I would reach home safely after a pub session with my bros. Cause you were afraid that I would get too drunk and do stupid stuff.

Remember when we would go out and do shit stuff together? Even when we run out of topics to talk about, there would still be ridiculous things to talk about. Cause we were that comfortable with each other.

Remember when you stayed over at my place because no one would be home for a week and I was starting to be paranoid? You were worried that I would stay out late because I didn’t want to return to a cold and empty house. Cause I would suffer from insomnia.

Remember when we would watch movies and you always surprise me by bringing two jackets? You were the first that I had ever met with such a gesture. You just said that you were afraid that I wouldn’t bring one. You were the only one that had gone a further mile for me.

Remember when we would create stories through text messages like it was a miracle that the stories were actually good? It was the only thing I did with you, because it was special. You were the one that exposed me to a larger world of stories.

Remember when I was down and I couldn’t get my thoughts right and you were there? Even if it was through the phone, you were always there to support me mentally, telling me to put myself before others. To stop all the self-harming and focus on finding a solution.

Everything seemed so easy before, but what made it change? What made us so far apart? What happened to “reply you later” or “talk to you later’? Guess I would never know, since you never really replied or texted back.

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Goodnight midnight bunnies:3

imagine

I could stare at his smile the whole day, even if his smile isn’t the best I have seen. Although I know there would be a double chin hanging whenever he looks down and sometimes when he isn’t even doing anything, but it just draws me to him. I don’t mind hugging him for a long time, provided he is okay with it. Because he is like a walking chubby bolster. His body is always transmits the opposite of the surrounding temperature. If we are in an air conditioned room, his body feels warm. Outside, at night, it feels cool, making him yearned for. His kisses are the sweetest I have ever tasted, because I know they aren’t mine and we always crave for what we can’t have. Even though, it’s sloppy it still feels nice. His calls are the ones that I always wait for, because they are always random. He could call for the most irrelevant things, even if those could be easily typed through messages. If he wasn’t busy, the call would drag on till a few minutes later. It just feels nice. His phone is the one phone; I’ll probably never get bored scrolling through. Because each time I do so, I discover mind blowing things about him; how sweet he could be, how wise he could be, how retarded he could be. His teasing is the ones I can never sit still for. Because he would go on and on about something and disappear halfway. Then, I would be left hanging for hours. It won’t be something I look forward to, but at least they are a good distraction.

He is perfectly, imperfect yet I love him with all I have. But guess what, such a guy doesn’t exist. All in all, this is just another story.

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Letting go doesn’t means giving up. It means moving on. It is one of the hardest things a person can do. Starting from birth, we grasp on to anything we can get our hands on, and hold on as if we will cease to exist when we let go. We feel that letting go is giving up, quitting, and that as we all know is cowardly. But as we grow older we are forced to change our way of thinking. We are forced to realize that letting go means accepting things cannot be. It means maturing and moving on, no matter how hard you have to fight yourself to do so.

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So i came across a short written by a friend of mine about letting go. So credits to him.

Goodnight midnight bunnies

Don't let the bed bugs bite:3