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Notion Press Singapore Short Story Contest 2017


By Angela Roselyn Anthony in Romance

"Thank you."

"What?" He asked.

"I said thank you." A little louder this time.

He looked at me as if I just grew another head, "What for? I haven't done anything special, have I?"

Now it's my turn to look at him like he just grew another head. "Yes, you have. You made her whole again. Did you know that? You made my sister into the kind and free spirited woman that she is now. You brought her old self back for me and for that, I am truly thankful." I explained.

Still feling baffled, he asked, "What do you mean? I didn't do anything."

Sigh. 'What an idiot', I thought to myself. "Of course, you did, butthead. I've noticed the way you looked at her, and you saw her as if she was a piece of art. A masterpiece, if you will. And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you are in love with her as well." I winked at him at that.

To say he was surprised is an understatement to say the least. He looked like someone he just witnessed a murder scene right in front of him. I chuckled, amused by his stunned expression.

"Me? In love? Pfft, no, I don't think - I mean how -? Like no, that's absurd." He tried explaining while looking like an absolute lunatic in doing so.

I laughed while slapping him lightly on his arm, "Oh come on! I'm not blind okay? Love is. Hence, why you two are in a denial state right now. Otherwise, I would be hearing wedding bells by now." I gave him another wink at that.

He shook his head and chuckled. He turned to look at my sister from across the room. She was sitting on a bean bag and listening to music now.

Wait a minute.

Just before Harry came over, she was reading a book. It was the book, in fact. It was the book that not only destroyed her, but one that nearly took her life. I was worried when I saw her reading it again just now. But now, it seemed to be no where in sight.

That's weird. Where was it?

I turned my head to face at Harry again. I caught Him looking at her adoringly. He smiled. "Well, what can I say? She is intriguing alright. Maybe a little crazy and wild, but intriguing. I have never met a woman who looks so simple yet, has so much of complexity at the same time." He smiled even wider now.

"Well, you're the first to say that about her." I mumbled.

"What do you mean?" He quickly asked, looking at me, the smile gone from his face.

"Well, you know," hesitating for a bit, I turned to look at my sister again. ''Should I tell him? I'm worried she might get mad at me for telling him. But he deserves to know!' I tried reasoning myself.

He saw my hesitant look and somehow, he seemed to have understood what I was trying NOT to say because he asked, "Is it about the book?"

I gasped. Now it was my turn to be shocked. He clearly loved the surprised look on my face as he was laughing at me like I was a joke.

"She told you about it?" I asked slowly. He nodded while giving me a toothy grin. The surprised look still plastered on my face. I mean, can you blame me? I didn't think my sister would tell anyone about this though. However, I am glad that she took the bold choice of letting him know. He deserved to know. She owed him that much after bringing her old self back from the destruction of that book.

I smiled and said to him, "Well, now you know why I was thanking you for then." He smiled at that just as my sister walks in.

"Harry! Come on! You promised me we'll go out tonight! So move your ass and let's go!" She half-yelled playfully. She then just noticed the two of us smiling at her meaningfully. "What?" She asked. "Is there something on my face?"

I shook my head, chuckling at her. Harry went over to her and just ruffled her hair. He told her he will go and wait for her in the car while she gets her stuff to go out.

She goes to take her stuff, and leave not before she came over to me to give me a quick hug to tell me she will back soon from dinner.

After she left, it was then I noticed something that caught my eyes. In the corner of the room, where the waste paper basket is, the book was inside the basket!

I quickly rushed to it and pick it out from the basket. 'She threw it away. She threw away the one thing destroyed her!' Just thinking about it makes me feel beyond happy. I'm proud!

Looking at the book, I turned to the page that held the truth to my sister's destruction. I can never ever forgive the man who did this to her.

' She felt betrayed. She felt like the whole world she was so in love with, was no longer the world she once knew. It has become destructive. Painful. It was cunning and filled with greed.

He was her whole world.

'How could he do this to me?' She thought. 'I gave him everything he ever needed! I gave him my love. I've shown him kindness. I've shown him my true self. I picked up his pieces and fix it. I fucking did everything for him, for us!'

Fighting back the tears, she gathered up all the courage she had left, and looked at him straight in the eyes. She was looking, searching, just for that tint of hope that it was all just a joke, a fucking dream even. Sadly, she didn't.

And that's when he spoke those words. Words that will be engraved in her mind until her last breath.

"I'm not sorry for deciding that it's over between us. Because quite frankly, you were just another poorly written story that I couldn't finish."

As soon as he said that, she felt the weight of the world collapsed on her. She did not expect this at all.

"A story?" She asked incredulously. "You are breaking up with me just because I'm a poorly written story?"

He shrugged nonchantly and said, "Yeah, why else would I do that?"

It was then realisation hit her. She paled at this. She felt like the world's biggest idiot at this instant. 'No. No, I can't believe it. I refuse to belive this! All this time, all this fucking time, I was just a story to YOU?' She asked a little louder this time.

Again, he just shrugged like it was no big deal.

She couldn't take it anymore. She could feel her anger rising by the second. She didn't like how he was too calm and casual about the whole thing.

'For heaven's sake, we have been together for four years. FOUR FUCKING YEARS! 'It HAS to mean something.' She reasoned with herself.

"You are such a pathetic excuse of a man!" She yelled. "I AM NOT just a story, John! I AM NOT your fucking muse! I AM DEFINITELY NOT a fucking toy just so you can play with my emotions! Just so you could fucking WRITE!" She screamed at him.

"Look. You should have expected that when we started dating, Joana. I'm a writer for God's sake! My whole life revolves around the lives of others." He defended. "I write from my experiences, Joana. How do you think I made it big? I write real, authentic stories. People read love novels, which are all fake, and almost most of the time, they'd wish they were all real instead. I'm only just giving the people what they want!" He argued.


She slapped him. Hard. Well, it's not like he hadn't anticipated that from her. However, he did not expect it to be that painful.

Fuck, she's strong.' He thought.

He looked to her while gently rubbing his left cheek where she had left her mark. He winced at the touch of it.

"HOW DARE YOU!" She shouted. "How dare you fucking do that to me! I gave up everything! EVERYTHING! For YOU! You can't do this to me, John! Fuck, we even have OUR wedding planned in 6 months! Or did you forget about that too huh?"

"Come on," Still rubbing his left cheek, "you seriously think I would go through the wedding?" He snorted. "Every love story needs a plot twist, Joana. Like the bride runs away from the church or the groom turns out to be the bride's brother. Thank God it's not the latter though." He sighed in relief while she glared at him at this.

"But the point is," he continued, "Is that I knew you weren't gonna be the kind of bride that runs away either. You were in too deep and too loyal in our 'relationship' to even pull that kind of trick on me. So I had to fucking create the plot twist. So tadaa, here we are, in the midst of a brilliant plot twist. You're welcome." He did a little bow at that. '

I can never forgive John. He used my sister as his muse for his book. My sister for crying out loud! He turned her love into something profitable for him! I can only imagine what I will do to him if I ever meet him again one day. No one should ever feel like they are a piece of worthless trash. John, karma is a bitch. She will fucked you up for sure. Just you wait and see.

Copyright Angela Roselyn Anthony
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