When I look in the mirror, I see nothing.

A blank slate. A newly created canvas. Emptiness. Nothing.

Long have I been hoping to see something from this void that I am in. A future, perhaps? Something which is to be foretold, something I should have been looking forward to in this lifetime of mine? Or something that should have unraveled to me a long time ago?

I remember having dreamt of something like that back then – my elusive vision of what I would be a few years from now: a happy home, a great career, someone to be with when my hair turned grey; an early hike to the mountain summit, to see the rising sun above the horizon, or watching the sun set on the beach while holding hands with the person I will spend my days with.

Was the dream to abrupt to be fulfilled?

In this dark room, with only the lights coming from the small square of a window, the lights of the city illuminate this damp cell. With only the lost hopes of a bright future, I live out the shattered days.


Prom Night Part II

The clock struck 6, and the people were all swaying with their partners towards the dance hall. The boys, holding  the girls’ hands, dance gracefully to the tempo of the music.

James was almost late for his batch to dance in the procession. Paul winked and raised his thumb, signalling him that he was just in time for the entrance. He saw him hold hands with his partner, a long time crush since Sophomore year, Lalaine.

He feels the jitters while waiting. Was it because of the dance? Of course it ain’t because of Paul and Lalaine! Right now, he’s just not sure, and pretends that its nothing.

“Let’s get this over with,” he whispered to himself.

As the music turned to the sound of ________, he glided with his partner, and best friends Natalie along the hall. Everyone was amazed with how they danced. They’ve never seem James dance like that before. He was smiling, and his feet were like skating through a smooth sheet of ice. All of the students were in awe, and even Paul was left jaw-dropped while watching James and Natalie own the dance floor.

He never told me he could dance that well? Wow. He’s just amazing tonight.


As they exited the middle of the hall, there was this flushed look in his cheeks that he can’t deny not having. “I told ‘ya we can pull this of, Cherie. And look at his face when he saw you dance tonight! You were fabulous James! They all loved you!”

“Gosh. I don’t wanna see them staring at me like this. Ugh. Maybe I’ll get some drinks first.”

He got up, and went straight to the table. He was surprised seeing Paul with his date, so he backed up, and started ____ to his table.

“Hey, James! Are you in a hurry?” said Paul, while approaching him, as Lalaine was talking to her friends.

“Oh, me? Naah. Of course, not. Are you enjoying tonight?”

“Yeah, sure. I guess. You never told me you can dance so well!,” said Paul, as he handed over a glass of Mango juice to James. “Mango juice, just as you liked it.”

“Why, thank you. If you only knew who I really wanted to dance with.” His last words were almost like a whisper, barely enough for Paul not to hear.

“Come again? The music was too loud, and I didn’t hear what you just said.”

“Oh, nothing. I said it was just a hidden talent I never knew I had! Come on, let’s go back.”

“If you say so. But I do know you said something else. I was right! Right? Haha” said Paul, as he messed James hair, and laughed as he went back to his table.

He was about to fix his hair, but thought, why bother? and smiled as he went back to his place as well.

“Oh please, not something like this tonight?”

Prom Night Part 1

It was Thursday night. Everyone was having prepared to have a blast, and it was the last party of the year for the graduating class. The ladies were either in flowing gowns or sexy cocktail dresses, while the men were in their flashy coat, slacks and tie. The reception area was set, with each table romantically lit with candlelight. Caterers were running around, fixing the evening’s buffet, and the lights and sounds were all ready for tonight’s big event.

A teacher signals the students to start falling in line, so that they may stay with their procession partners, as the activity was about to start.Two weeks ago, the Seniors were paired up with their Junior counterparts, practiced Minuet and Cotillon, and how to enter the big dancing hall. The guys were given roses to bestow to their loving dance partners, and the girls were pinned with their corsages.

While most of the students have fallen in line, others still, prepare for the event. Two guys were still fixing their coats and tie in the comfort room.

‘What do you think? Is it okay on me?’

“I’m not really sure. Just go with the blue one, Paul. It matches your tuxedo quite well.’

‘You sure with that? Ugh. I don’t wanna mess up tonight. I’ve been practicing the dance steps for later, and I think I might screw up!’

“Don’t worry too much, will ‘ya? I’m sure you’ll do just fine! ‘

And with a pat on his shoulder, he pushes him out of the CR and to fall in line at the gym.

‘Thanks James. I knew I could count on you when it comes to stuff like this! But, aren’t you coming with me yet?  You’ll be late if you don’t get there soon!’

‘And risk having us seen coming out of the bathroom together? You know how they are here. Haha! You go ahead. Two minutes.’

‘Aw geez. Well, okay. See you later!” And Paul went out, to catch up for the procession.

Now he’s left there standing alone.

Just like Paul, he does have the good looks too. He has the chinky eyes, the average-built body, the balladeer, and the all-around acads guy. He’s won awards in and out of the school. but tonight will not be his night. In fact, he dreads this night.

For his last dance, will never be his.