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In the Twilight.


Samantha Ng
Job: Novel Writer

Our memories.

April 2009
May 2009
June 2009

We belong.

Private Journal.

Murmured words.


Our Night.




Chapter 4 (Infatuation)

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We started our conversations with the two new yet outstanding guys. To my surprise,

they were my school seniors but have never met them in my high school life before.


They were pretty affable and I totally befitted well, to be pliant in such circumstances.


“I’m beginning to feel stuffy in here, and the ventilation is getting worse. Do you want

to take a breather?” Ace placed his fingers next to my ear and spoke loudly, trying to

overcome the deafening background music.


“Yes, it’s too noisy in here.” I routed to acknowledge.


He stood up gentlemanly beside and offered his right hand to me, so I took it with a

smile. We chew the rag a little while strolling alongside a little fountain with water

overflowing from the top of this pineapple-look-alike structure. We stopped by this

little scanty looking hut with ruins of walls all around, that positioned right behind

Zena’s residence. Its lights were faint, as if they might go off any moment.


He was the next person other than Efferet who could make me feel utterly

comfortable to be with. We could jest around with each other like nobody’s business.


“Liz, oh wait, can I call you that? I just don’t want both of us to be so..so… distant.”

He suggested, raising his right brow as if he was waiting anxiously for my answer.


“Oh sure, no problem! You’re the only person who calls me that other than…” I

stopped myself abruptly. I did not want to recall his name as I wanted to put my

heartache behind my mind.


“My best friend,” I swallowed hard as though a lump was in my throat.


“Ok, great! This is what I’ll name you in future! And you know what? You’re the

sweetest girl I’ve ever met. This is for real, I’m not kidding.” He gave a huge grin.


I could sense red gushing fast to my face, pumping additional blood for it. Am I

blushing? Oh god! No one has ever complimented me like this before, not my parents

and not even “him”! Why am I feeling like this?


“Oh..oh..thanks. You’re the first.” I whispered, trying to catch my breath.


He neared me as he held my head up towards him with both hands, and directed his

eyes into mine. I held my breath.


“I did nothing; I’m just stating what I think it is.” His lips were marked by an upward

curving.


He blinded me with his charisma at that instant. I was lost. My heart was thumping

excessively and there was an urge to get myself some air so that I could breathe.

Hence, I gently pushed him away.


“Er..thanks anyway! You’re a nice and fun guy too!” I added quickly, trying to distract

us from where we were.


He straightened his back and smiled again.


“I knew that, many were saying the same,” he responded as if to a trite remark.


“By the way, how old are you?” I asked.


“Just a year older than you do. He answered.


“And what about your hobbies?” He raised the question.


“Diving! I do sky diving as well!” I exclaimed. “How about you?”


“Wow, amazing! Can’t judge a book by its cover, huh?” He teased.

“I’m a musician. I write violin concertos and I major in Violin.”


I gaped at him with my eyes widen and my jaw dropped. I was totally flabbergasted.

Who in the world writes concertos? I’ve only known renowned people during the

classical, renaissance and baroque periods; Mozart, Beethoven, Vivaldi, etc. Oh My

God! I’ve met this one in a zillion gifted and talented man!


“Are…are…you..sure?! Wow! That’s paranormal! You’re gifted with music?” I gasped.


“Not exactly. I started practicing way earlier than anyone did. I often listen to

prominent pieces from outstanding musicians and take down momentous notes.

That’s how I progress.” He grinned.


“Are you a teenage prodigy?!” I blurted.


He burst out laughing and later on I found myself giggling along with him despite my

confusion state.


“You’re really adorable and I’m starting to be fond of you!” He continued laughing

while I flushed again.


Without any warning, he cut off his laughter and glowered across my shoulders. I

turned to my astonishment, finding Efferet with his antagonistic expression and

standing just two feet behind me.


They exchanged black looks.



(To be continued)


*Written by Samantha Ng*


Written by Samantha