January Day 11
11:11
At Wednesday morning I accidentally bump to a boy whose carrying a baggage.
Wearing a black tuxedo.
I saw his name oh his tag at the right side of his chest, "Eleven."
Eleven? Weird name.
I caught his attention, and "Why are you looking at me, Miss? " he said.
"Nothing. "
At 10 o'clock in Thursday morning.
I saw him again.
Wearing again the same tuxedo. Eating in 'Turo-turo place', fishball, kwek-kwek, kikiam, and many more.
"You're here again Miss?"
"Miss Friday. "
"Come, eat with me, my treat. " then he smiled. Like what he said, his treat.
... Friday morning, 11:00 .
I heard a bell.
"11 minutes to go, death for him is on the way." A low voice, reminding me on my rush hour mission.
"Miss what's wrong?"
I look at him, a sad look.
Then I saw a man, holding a gun. No, It can't be.
For 2 days, as his soul guardian.
I realize that I fall in love with him.
I hug him tightly, looking at him.
And from my last 1 minute,
"I'm not a human, I'm your soul guardian from heaven." Shock.
"What? " he ask.
"This day is your last day as a human, but because of... "
"What? Friday.? Your —"
"Shhhh— Listen, I love you Eleven. " then I heard a loud bang.
"FRIDAYYYY!!!! "
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"Friday, your mission is to guide him from death not loving him and save him from his death."
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Her words.
PoetryHer words. Is a bunch of feelings. Her words. Is a combination of her thoughts and experience. Her words can strike you. Her words can hurt you. Her words can make you cry. Her words is what she feels. Her words help you to see the reality of life...
