One Shot Stories 🌇

Lima belas menit sudah kuhabiskan dengan melamun. Terlihat matahari mulai meninggalkan bukit, membiarkan bulan mengganti posisinya. Kata – kata yang mereka ucapkan kembali terdengar,  ‘ Kau bodoh atau apa? Bagaimana bisa kau membiarkan dia menghancurkanmu separah ini?’ Yang bisa kulakukan sekarang hanya memeluk kedua lututku dengan erat, lalu menyembunyikan wajahku yang basah karena air mata yang terus mengalir.  Salahkah, jika aku terobsesi akan rasa sakit yang menghujam dadaku setiap kali aku merindukan raganya?

Ada sebuah dimensi yang memisahkan kita. Begitu juga rasa rindu yang tak pernah terjelaskan oleh akal sehatku,  Bagaimana bisa aku merindukannya yang datang dan pergi sesuka hatinya, tanpa memikirkan diriku yang terduduk diloteng menanti kedatangnya sepanjang malam?

This night, the moon bravely showing his light to the earth. All people are still awake, didn't care about other people who is trying to sleep. Shouting and sound from the speaker keep them in the same. Jumping. "Youngblood say you want me, s ay you want me, out of your life"   "And I'm just a dead man walking tonight, but you need it, yeah, you need it . All of the time"   The singer keep talking in notes, and the band still playing with their instruments.   Night getting colder, but who cares? No one. People keep jumping and singing with band, making their own vibes. Also this young woman. Walking straight in the middle of the crowd, trying to reach the stage.  "Argh! i wish i was taller than this!" she keep mumbling in her way. Hitting other people body and saying sorry. Still trying to reach the stage. After fifteen minutes war, she give up. Trying other way to see the band from the place she standing.  "Can i help you with that?" ...

Sitting next to you in this room is hurting me. How dare you said that you were alright, when your body is laid in this bed again and again. How dare you said that you were alright when this stupid tube still on your body. 'How dare you said that you were alright? How? How? Tell me how!?' I scream in silent and crying with your hand is holding my hand. You keep your eyes on me, just like before. "Stop crying, i will be home soon, I'm promise" you say that word in smile. In smile! you hear me ? IN SMILE! "Can you stop saying those words!?" I begging you. I still crying but you in the other hand is smiling like there is nothing to worried. No words to answer my question you replace it with your laugh. "If i said i'm okay, its mean i am" again you smiling after you said those stupid words. After all stupid words you said to me, you gone. You leave me in this cruel world. You go to other world and never comeback. And i dont how to express my em...

 "But you like her better, I wish I was Heather" Let me guess, some of you not read the word but sing it right ? Don't be shy to admit it, because i do the same too, hihi Just like we know, Heather by Conan Gray is telling about people who have a title called The Second Choices. Not just in love story but also in society. Yeah, being  The Second Choices is sucks. When you think you were good enough to give something to the world, there always one person that gonna broke your opportunity, just because they have better visual than you. But hey, did you ever listen about the other character ? Did you know how The Heather p.o.v ? If you not, Let me tell you what its like being The Heather :) Before we jump to the story, i didn't want to see myself as a standart for girl or woman or the other person to be called Pretty. They don't have to be like me to be called Pretty. For me all girls have their own beauty in different way, and i can tell you, all of them is actua...

"But you like her better, I wish I was Heather" Biarku tebak, pasti diantara kalian ada yang membacanya sambil bernyanyi, iya kan? Sudah lah mengaku saja tidak perlu malu, akupun menulisnya sambil mendengarkan lagu tersebut hihi. Seperti yang kalian tahu bahwa lagu Heather dari Conan Gray ini memang menggambarkan seorang dengan gelar The Second Choice , maksudku point of viewnya tentu diambil dari si The Second Choice . Tapi kalian pernah gak sih melihat atau mendengar cerita dibalik pemeran lain? Apakah kalian tahu bagaimana sudut pandang Sang Heather? Kalau belum, mariku ceritakan bagaimana rasanya menjadi Sang Heather  Sebelumnya aku tidak ingin mengecap bahwa diriku  adalah patokan untuk para wanita agar disebut Cantik. Tapi, pada kenyataannya otak orang - orang disini sudah ter setting seperti itu. Padahal menurutku wanita yang ada disekitarku memiliki kecantikan yang berbeda - beda, bahkan bisa ku bilang mereka lah yang sebenarnya menjadi Heather . Tubuh tinggi semampa...

 Did you hear that ?  The sea is gladly singing, and the waves is dancing follow the rythm. Oh wait, how about the wind ? Can you feel it? I hope you can feel the smell of the sea when the wind is coming to you. Here i am, walking around the beach with my bare feet, where is right now giving a punishment to the sand by making a path all the way the shore. Still wondering, if i do this, can i lead you home ? "Dear  sea, how yours feel now ? did you feel happy ? " I said with a smile in my face. It's been 5 years we are dating ,but its also one year that i never hear anything about you. I mean, how you been ? did you sleep well  ?  did you wear the blanket that i gave you ? I stop my way just to see the sunsets for the last time. My tears running down like waterfalls. My lips shaking because the breeze that sea give to me. I can't feel my feet anymore. Its feel like someone take my bone from my legs. I falling to the sand. Enjoying all the pain that sea give to me...