SHATTERED GLASSES

Written by: hiddenblank_space

Note: Hola! First of all I want to introduce myself, I'm Kate aka @hiddenblank_space. Thank you so much if you're reading this preview right now it means the world to me for people to read my work! I really have no idea how to express how thankful and happy I am to be part of the Wattpad Block Party- Winter Edition III , receiving that mail from Kelly was really unexpected. When I submitted the form to join I didn't expect to get a response about it, there was like 0.00001% possibility that I would be selected, but like they said 'expect the unexpected' and when I opened the mail, I was dumbfounded literally.

To tell you honestly, this is my first time writing in English, I was used to writing my stories (w/c I'm working on right now) in Tagalog haha. So yeah, that's about it, feel free to criticize my work and if you like it, give it a thumbs up (wait I sound like Brent Rivera in here lmao) and read this upcoming book to be published on February 25, 2016 :) I'm really excited to write this story in the first place because it's a storysooo close to my heart.

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Thank you so so so much! So much love x

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"I don't even know what you mean by that word" He chuckled deeply. I just sighed and moved my hands to softly caress his thighs. He looked deeply at me, butbrushed it away.

"It's pronounced as ma-hal ki-ta. Hal is pronounced like hallucination while the ki- hey stop it- like a key and ta in tag" I explained quietly as he looked at me, eyes filled with amusement because of the use of my  little knowledge in Filipino Language- Tagalog. He softly dropped his right arm with a cellphone capturing our moment in a five minute video. I stared at his brown orbs for a moment, thinking I was blessed to have the opportunity to see it everyday.

"Stop looking at me like that! Like dude it's creepy! Anyways mahal kita means" Ipaused breathing out loudly thinking about if this is the right time to say those words or is it too early? Is it too early for me to feel this way?  Maybe I'm just rushing this relationship. But thinking about all the times we spent together makesmy smile creep into my face, all he has done for me is too many to count.

The way I notice every movement,mannerism and glints of sadness in his eyes? People say that the way we look at each other is different but I don't see anything different. I love how his brown eyes lighten up whenever it's early in the morning, how his eyes crinkles whenever he doesn't fake a smile. And I admired him from the start.

I turned my head to look at him. He was smiling like a creep as I raised my eyebrows at him. "So what does that mean?" he asked smiling sincerely at me. I took another deep breath.

But maybe this is not the right moment to say what it really means. Those three words can either ruin us or break us. Not unite us.

"Never mind just google it tomorrow morning." I said in a low voice as I scooted farther away from him and I tucked myself under the warm covers, resting my head upon his favorite black pillow, inhaling the intoxicating scent of him. His scent was like forever sprayed in this pillow, it's addicting and makes me want to bring this home as a reminder of him.

He sighed and mimicked my actions of tucking himself under the covers. After a minute or two he turned off the bedside lamp, only the streetlights outside served as our protection from the endless darkness. I felt him wrap his arms around my thin waist- snuggling me like I was a fragile little vase. Well, I am.

And his American accent bothered me that night, whispering the three little words I had said "Just so you know, mahal din kita" I tried to contain the gasp that escaped my mouth.  And for so long I never felt alone again.

(Mahal kita means "I love you" with the 'din' it means "I love you too")

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Everyone has a comfort zone and surely it would be the best place for a person to be.

But sometimes we need to get out of it. But don't count me in.

Sitting in this fluffy white seat in a coffee shop is my ideal comfort zone. The scent of coffee lingered in the air. It was a busy day, the coffee shop was crowded once again. Business Men in their usual business suits sat in far corner dealing with their company problems, Fashion Designers with their designer bags carried fashion catalogs and of course the office workers not wanting to be late on their first day of work.

I grasped the cup of coffee tightly in my hands, it wasn't hot anymore since I have been studying every person passing by since 5 AM and it was already 7 sharp. This busy atmosphere is stressing me out. I stood up from my comfy space,picked up my belongings and headed out to the busy streets of New York.

Busy people with their busy lives kinda bothers me, because I for one is busy boring myself with the delights of life. I lurked to every street,where my feet would take me. I came to a halt when I spotted a bus station nearby. About 20 people were lined up patiently waiting for the next bus to arrive. I walked slowly to catch up to the end of the line.

I tapped my toes waiting for the bus to arrive, I hugged myself tighter into the thick brown jacket I bought yesterday at H&M, I really didn't expect that NYC weather was this cold , coming from a tropical island and flying to NYC over the winter wasn't on my bucket list.

The sound of honking caught my attention as I turned my head sideways. Passengers managed to get off the bus and vice versa. The line started moving, delighted murmurs were faintly heard. The last one to climb in was a guy standing up to 6'1, his hair was blonde to say the least, but with specks of brown. He was wearing a plain white shirt that nevertheless showed his man nipples and black pants.

How cliché it may sound but it was like everyone's voices faded into the background and all I could hear was his steps as he climbed in. All I could see was his eyes and the crowd came and pulled him away.Well that sounds like Shawn Mendes' song I don't even know your name.Reality came crashing down again like nothing happened.

He was seated at the far end of the bus. The bus started to move slowly gaining speed. All I could do is stare as the bus' figure turned into a small blur,mixing with every dot of reality.

I didn't believe in love at first sight, first because how can you even love a person whom you don't know if he respects another person second because it was complete bullshit. But you should never comment on something you haven't even experienced. 

I just sighed in annoyance at my own thoughts.  I know that after today I would forget about that guy with annoying brown highlights.Though I find those highlights appealing.

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I was completely out of my mind when I said that I would soon forget about that guy. Who am I kidding? It had been exactly one week since I had seen him. And here I am waiting at the same bus stop at exactly 7:15 AM.

The gush of wind was all I felt. I patiently waited since 6 AM. I quite enjoyed the view today in this city, sitting here comforts my nervous nerves. Smoke filled the air, but I didn't mind as long as I see that guy because he won't stop pestering my mind.

Can't he just give me a one day break not to think about him?

Maybe he saw me that day and now he's avoiding me like I was a plague. Or he doesn't really live here in NYC. Or maybe he got married and decided to move to Mongolia. There are many probabilities, and perhaps me seeing him again is definitely impossible.

I sighed deeply and combed my hair with my hands. It's time to give up, I thought. Hesitating, I made my way to the Chinese Restaurant just across the bus station.As I entered the Restaurant, the aroma of fried dumplings made my stomach churn. My stomach made a grumbling sound, and I just shook my head in an attempt to hide my laughter.

After I ordered, I started to wait for my meal. I didn't mind every laughter heard in the background all I could think was all the possibilities that might happen. I was startled out of my daydream when a waiter settled down my meal.

I offered him a warm smile. He turned around and minded his own business again. I ordered – noodles paired with 4 pieces of pork siomai. A fortune cookie was seated beside the tissue rack. Like the usual appearance of it- light brown with a rough texture that I find annoying.

I personally don't know if this fortune cookie makes sense but you wouldn't lose anything if you try I guess? I reached out for the cookies and cracked it in the middle making a crack! Sound. A yellowish paper was lying inside it and slowly unravelled it. My breathing hitched up. 

My mind flooded again with different possibilities what might happen. I quickly finished my meal within 5 minutes, I didn't give any care about the glances I've been receiving.

Without any hesitation,  I left the store with my hand clutched into yellowish piece of paper that says: You can find the person you're looking for is in the nearest baseball stadium

To be continued.

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