Weighing Scale

by: RDV


Sometimes she was afraid that she was just making him up. Often times, finding someone to bore with her presence has become a chore; and yet, he was the only one who never gave up on her.

Last night, he stared at half a moon against the basin of scattered stars, almost to the point of wonder. He then simply shook his head as if to say something that would make a crazy difference. She waited, held hear breath and pulled closer to him. The night was more like the night after Graduation Day, beautiful but ominous. By that time the mosquitoes had begun to bother them, or at least she could feel her hands overflowing with the urge to slap her bare skin. Being unable to feel or see what he did, she kept her mind closed to certain temptations then lurking inside her. He surely seemed more interested in the formation of the clouds than commencing a speech.

Instead, he asked her to name the glimmering clusters of mythological traces. She pointed out Gemini, Scorpio, the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper and whatever she could remember from her first grade Science class. She guessed she knew exactly where Libra was located, her zodiac; or rather she hoped. But as she looked more profoundly into the sky, dark and conspicuous as it was, she saw nothing resembling the sketch of the mighty Libra. She blinked, looked down and looked up again. The air had taken on a colder temperature and eerily, so did he. Yet, he didn't say anything.

Right, no way that was falling in love. She was so sure. She would stand there with him until the world echoed with her sighs. She would never leave him, not like that.