Remind Me Again

The Recurrence

The Recurrence

Bonus Chapter (Tamara’s POV)

“These violent delights have violent ends”

~Romeo & Juliet; Shakespeare

Night of July 12, 2011

We were both on our way home when the rain started to pour on us. Boy George has his jacket off on top of our heads to shelter us from the bitter rain. But no matter how unnerving it is to be soaked and wet, I feel very much obliged and in need to stay out. I was so happy, much so happy that I didn’t realize I was already home.

From the light of the translucent moon, under the shade of his leather jacket, Boy George was a very fine sight. He was sculpted by the heavens to perfection. Before I didn’t believe it was possible to look at someone that way, with pure love and beauty but he is one sight I want my eyes and my heart to take. He looks down at me with the most dazzling of eyes and brightest of smiles. He is so beautiful.

How can I not remember this guy? I want to bump my head and make myself be reminded of him every single day. Well, maybe I cannot force my mind to remember but my heart could. Every muscle and every nerve—in every cardiac output. My heart would gleefully remember.

“I love you, Tam.” He says softly. “I really do.” The sincerity in his eyes made me tilt my head up to taste those words from his soft carved lips. They taste marvelous as paradise. I pulled away to look at my angel.

“I love you, too.”

He chuckles. “I love you, three. More than you know.” He kisses me back until I forgot it was raining.

Then I hear a fake cough. You know that one that wasn’t even dry or doesn’t even have phlegm. I pulled away from Boy George, tomato faced and I turned to my father.

“Good evening, sir.” Boy George respectfully greets him. But I don’t know if it’s just me but I hear an edge to his voice.

“Tamara, get inside.” my dad tells me but his eyes were on Boy George. “I think you should go home now, young man. It’s a bit late to cause more trouble around here.” He says to him. I frowned because I know he wasn’t looking at me.

Boy George nods understandingly, maintaining his baddie composure. “Yes, sir.”

 I took a peek from my dad’s shoulder to him.

“Good night, Boy George.”

He offers me a smile. “Good night, Tam.” He turns to my dad. “Sir,” and then he’s off.

I started towards the front porch as soon as Boy George was out of sight.

“I thought we had an agreement to this last night.” my dad says and my hand hang suspended on the door knob. I turned to face him.

“About what?”「(°ヘ°)

My dad sighs, apprehension creased his eyerbrows. “Tamara, you said you’d stay away from him.”

 “Maybe I forgot.” I shrugged innocently even though I know what he’s talking about.

“You forgot it on purpose.” He retorted, lividly. “Do you know how irresponsible this is?”

“Irresponsible? I am now irresponsible because I don’t want to forget?” I scoffed loudly. “Dad, you are being unreasonable.”

“I am just protecting you, Tamara.” He says and I can see that he is holding his temper by clenching his fists. “That boy—he’s a bad influence to you… to anyone. I don’t want you to get involved with every demeanor he has in mind.”