The summer heat really was unbearable enough to render the air conditioning useless. Yet the way Luna bestowed its moonbeams upon the concrete jungles was like teasing us mortals how the evening should be cool and breezy.
But those thoughts did not linger with me that night. I was more concerned about my aunt lying in her bed, in this room in a adequately staffed hospital. By adequate, I mean that the doctors and nurses were actually what they were, not heartless maniacs just doing their rounds.
What really is bothering me is the fact that none of my other relatives would allow themselves to be "volun-tooled" for my evening duty i now have. My aunt wasn't really that bad of a person. But being known as a "man snatcher" really carried some sort of stigma in the family that being known to be related to her was regarded as a disaster. And the fact that she insisted to be admitted in this hospital, in this specific room did little to help.
Of all her nieces, i was the one closest to her, something that was being called upon to me. "Be careful, lest she teaches you how to be a man snatcher yourself. Or worse", my mom used to advice me, half in jest. Yet I can tell they really were nervous about me since thought my 22-year existence I never had any relationship with anyone. Yet.
Some people can never sleep without snoring. They say it has a lot to do with stress. Yet the way my aunt snores, no one would ever think she actually suffers from anything. It's like music, having its own rhythm and melody.
The night before, while going through her things looking for a change of clothes for her, I spied upon her diary. I wouldn't necessarily call it as such, it being more like a journal since it didn't have an entry for every day. She only wrote on it when she feels like it, it seems. She allowed me to keep it, since it won't be of anymore use to her anyway, so she said.
The journal itself was quite old, it's first entry being one of her high school days. I found it interesting, since she has quite similar opinions and general view of random things as I did. What really fascinated me, though, were her college-day entries. That's when her one-sided admiration for a certain guy started to grow.
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"Foundation Day
My gosh! I can't believe it! Marc showed up early and boi! He was so fly! He brought the coolest car I've ever seen. No wonder! Girls were too upset while I flirtatiously held his hand as his date. Even his buddies can't help but be jealous since they lost their 'hot wheels' for that day. Haha!" *winner's laugh*
"Valentine's Day
Please stupid cupid, stop messing with my heart. Pleaseeeeee. My silent mantra forever: Marc <3 me."
"Thesis Defense
It's official! MarHea/Marc-Thea was hailed as the love team of the year. Ugh! body temperature rising, yeah I am sick."
"Graduation Day
HELLO! As in HELL-O! FYI people! it's freakin' graduation day, not propose-to-your-fiancee day!
Finally! Good bye melodrama! Sayonara unfabulous soap opera dramatics that unfold before my eyes every day, promise I won't be missing you. On the serious note nyihihihihi though I'll definitely miss college, I think I miss the simpler High School life more."
"1st job Interview
This is it! I passeeed! I have the most glamorous first job ever! Yeeeeehaaawww!"
"1st Day of Training
I really like the company rules and whatnots. Boi, the benefits are uber-cool, plus the fact that there is an eye-candy yummy guy at the reception area."
"2nd Day of Training
When I met my future supervisor, I had goosebumps the way she stared at me. Yeah she seemed strict, but she wished me a good luck anyway. Was that a good sign? or part of the corporate "just being professional welcome speech?"
"3rd Day of Training
My team looks promising. I am without doubt on the right track of my career path. Can't wait to share fun coffee breaks with them!"
4th Day of Training
WHY IS HE HERE!? AS IN WTF!
I suddenly felt uneasy. I am 100% sure! something bad was going to happen. No, I'm not psychic or anything. If anything, I don't believe in superstitions. But I felt this sudden sense of dread that I can't shake off. I glanced out the window and saw just the usual traffic in the streets. The walkway outside was deserted. And my aunt was sleeping soundly as ever. With nothing else to do, I just went back to reading the journal.
"5th Day of Training
I never thought of him as a debonair. Hmmp! Never will I succumb to his charms, even though he looked really ultra mega cute while doing his ancient habit - playing the ring in his fingers. To defend myself from my prior statement, I am just a lover of beauty. PERIOD!"
"1st working day
The big day! May all the luck be with me."
"1st 'official' day off
I tried catching up with some power snooze (lots of mudpack to avoid wrinkles on my face, mayonnaise on my hair, and cucumbers for my tired eyes while sleeping). Hahahaha."
"Team Building Activity
Supposedly, I didn't allow him to be with me. But at the end, he was with me. How's that for a demure flirtatious starter?"
I was then perplexed since 5 pages after that entry was blank. But what followed was a shock that would change my life forever. This time the way the entries was written, each occupying its own page, changed.
"He was with me. It wasn't supposed to be."
"Would being allowed to take advantage still be seen as taking advantage?"
"My temple was defiled, yet I cannot hate the reason my angel exists."
"Cruel terror of the night, how can you make my body willing when my mind and soul would not?"
It was then that I sensed that presence. It was like someone was suddenly with us in that room. I looked up and saw a man at the foot of the bed, gazing at my aunt. And I never forget to lock the door every time I come in.
He spoke. His voice were to my ears was cold as ice. It was as if he was whispering "No creature of darkness did this to you. Yet it is not too late."
"Take me. I will not deny your intentions." My aunt's response surprised me.
"Then come along." He held out his hand. It was only then that I realized that he was naked. "Never again will you be accused of being the perpetrator; never again will you be a victim."
It was a different hand that was held out to meet his. It was a different person who rose from the bed, naked and beautiful. It was the sensible fear from seeing such unearthly things unfold from froze me shocked from my seat. Or maybe it was the marvel of seeing such a beautiful sight that took my admiration. That ethereal naked beauty that was my aunt, back in the days she was still young and free from the ailments taking its toll on her body just a few moments ago.
"now you are among those they say are terrors in the night. Yet it is not terror you will give, but pleasure beyond what their dreams can conjure." He whispered to her ear, yet still was audible to me."
The lovely lady turned to me and said, "Farewell, my angel."
Next thing I remembered, it was already morning, my head upon that small table upon which I was leaning to. My aunt was on her bed, never to move again. A smile was on her face and never will it a frown again.
When I stood up to call for a nurse, the journal dropped down from my lap. On picking it up, two photographs fell out. One was her graduation picture. Another was a picture of my aunt, on a hospital bed like where she is know, holding a baby. The room looked in the picture looked liked exactly where I was now. At the back of the photograph were the words, "my angel."