Nocturne - Part One

"I have to go to the library tonight," Adora said to her mom over the phone. "so I don't think I would be able to greet papa 'Welcome Home.'"


"Well, Adora, why must you go to the library tonight?" her mom snapped at her that it made her knees feel weak. "You know quite well that your father comes home tonight, so why?!"


Adora took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice level as she replied. "I know, but... it's inevitable. Mom, please understand. We have a project due soon, so I really have to do my part and research."


"Fine," her mom answered bitterly before she ended the phone call with haste.


Adora once again took a deep breath and placed her cellphone inside her bag. She didn't really have any business inside the grand building; in fact, she just wanted to escape it all. Escape everything... including the return of her father.


The library, as considered by Adora, is her own chamber of sanity—especially at night. Though some people may consider the library as creepy and eerie during this time, she considered it somehow as bliss. Now, after some time of reflection, Adora faced towards the direction of the library and finally went in. There wasn't much of a crowd whenever she enters the particular building; however she just regards it as a blessing for she dislikes crowds anyway. "Not much of a crowd," Adora said to herself, heading right to climb up the stairs. Her intended destination is the Humanities section and she thought that it would be a long way up, for that certain section is on the Fifth floor. It took at least seven minutes before Adora arrived at the particular floor, so when she was right in front of the door, she took five slow breaths first and slowly went inside.


A lone boy looked up at her arrival from the Librarian's desk and Adora suddenly blushed at the sight of him. "Ah," she mumbled, unable to avert her eyes from the boy. He was, obviously, a student at the University, and although he was wearing the counterpart of her college uniform, Adora was very much sure that she had not seen him inside their college building ever. However, with his boyish charm that is not easily to be dismissed, Adora knew that she will see him around soon... If ever destiny permits them to meet again.


"Uhm, you should have surrendered your ID by now." The boy said as a matter-of-factly.


"Oh, I'm sorry!" Adora removed her ID from her lanyard and gave it to the boy.


"Here." The boy took Adora's ID abruptly from her hand nd placed it on the drawer where the IDs were always kept. Adora, who is an ever curious girl, peeked over the desk to see what the boy did, and she was surprised at what she saw. "I'm the only one here?" she asked with obvious shock and with somewhat a hint of stupidity.


"You already saw it right? So you should have known the answer to that question." The boy replied rather crossly.


"Well, I'm sorry!" Adora apologized sarcastically. "It's just that I couldn't believe that I'm the only one here—well, excluding you that is."


The boy's mouth twisted into a smile and he was staring at Adora intently as if planning a scheme against her. "Don't be so sure of yourself," he said with a following pause. "Adora."


Adora's eyes had widened at the sound of her name being called with such intimacy and familiarity. The boy was still smiling at her and kept on mumbling her name, and with that, Adora's temper broke out. "Well, don't be so sure of yourself either. Don't be too familiar with me, boy." Adora slammed the desk and briskly walked away from him. She went to the farthest table and placed her bag on top of it. Adora sat down, taking her laptop from her bag and then opening opened a word processing software, deciding to type the next chapter of her story. Adora had typed one paragraph about the protagonist feeling irritated at the nothingness of the world, and when she finally placed the period after the last word, she leaned back on her chair and sighed. "Done," she whispered to herself.


"That's a pretty vague paragraph Adora," a deep voice from behind stealthily commented.


Adora's spine tingled at the dark and deep voice that had startled her from behind, and as a result, she abruptly stood up from her seat and ran away. "Why are you here?" Adora asked loudly, causing her question to echo. "And who are you to tell me that my work is vague?"


"My name is Nathan," he said silkily. "It's very nice to meet you."


"Well, it's very not nice to meet you!" Adora snapped with fury. "You have annoyed me ever since I entered the room! Just... Leave me alone, please!" Adora went back to her table, closed the lid of her laptop, gathered all of her things and hurriedly went to the other table. "Don't come near me or I'll really kill you!"


Nathan was about to approach Adora when she threatened him. But, he didn't feel at least bit defeated by that because Nathan just beamed his sweetest smile at Adora and replied. "I doubt it. You can't kill me Adora, because... I'm already dead."

TO FORGET IS NOT EASY

Good to forgive, best to forget. Forgetting comes after every forgiving. Every one of us commits mistakes that we didn’t intend to hurt people. However, people generate the wrong ideas regarding what we’ve done. Some may think that we really want it to happen; some may try to forgive us. One thing is for sure, one should try to also forget for forgiving is not enough.

It is better to forget about the mistake as there are chance of bringing reminiscences of it in the future and taunting the guilty with it years after the mistake.

As time passes by, we grow – physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. This makes it hard for a person to forget. Different trials and obstacles come to each of us; there are some that may bring bad memories and better be forgotten. But for one that treasures and reminisce the past, it sure is hard to forget. Individuals must move on with their life and try to forgive and forget.

Some may never insist themselves to forget but better to forgive. This is because the pain is not easy to force out. We have to confront ourselves with the pain and get over it, but this is not easy. We restrain our feelings and try to forget them. This only causes an even bigger pain.

It depends on the individual, if he will be better with forgiving, forgetting or both. We don’t have the same traits, lifestyle and emotions after all. Just do the best you can do and fight what you think is right. Just remember, forget the past – the future will give you plenty to worry about.