Written by : Mia Insomnia - 13th March © 2010
December 2009.
"Lewis... Will you please just tell me where are we heading now?"
It was probably her shaky voice or the fact that she was without realizing clutching his hand tightly that made Lewis chuckled. But he kept his hand firmly to hold her balance and made sure the black clothes covering her eyes was not loosened.
"If I tell you now, it wouldn't be a surprise. You do know that lame rule, don't you?" He chuckled again, and carefully caught her when she tripped over a twig. She bit her red, full lips and shook her head.
"You're so unbelievable at times," she sighed.
He resist the urged to kiss her soft, plum cheek and said, "Most of the time, you mean?"
She nodded vigorously and the winds caught her hair and it blew up high to the side. She clicked her tongue and Lewis could see that she was trying hard not to frown. But her forehead had shown hundred lines of thinking.
Even then, her face was as smooth as the first morning light. It hurt him if he couldn't see her everyday.
"We're close," he whispered. She swallowed hard.
Lewis was stunned by the silence that followed them at that particular moment. He was taking her in the middle of a beautiful, green forest with evergreen leaves, and hundred different types of flowers blooming on the ground. It was almost misty, but the sun was out, and they both could smell the various scents from the buds. There was only the sounds of the wind blowing the ground, and the birds swiftly fly by with their little whistles. As if the forests knew what he wanted, as if the animals understood what he was feeling.
He smiled as his feet stepped into a clearing and helped her to jump over the small muddy ground. But unfortunately, she tripped over something, and as Lewis tried his best not to let her fall down, he failed to maintain his balance and eventually fall on his back to the grassy land.
And together, they both fall down to earth, with Lewis arms tightly on her waist and her hands clutching tightly onto his shirt's collar, rolling to one side of the hill.
It was, for Lewis, a miracle.
It was, for her, a fright.
But without mentioning, even the silent forest, the strong breeze and the flying birds knew that both of them loved the fact that they were as close as two person could be.
And not wanting to let go. Inseparable.
"Lewis!" She squealed as they both landed with a thud on the very low side of the hill. They were both out of breath, and Lewis was smiling with his eyes closed as she hold on to her who lay on top of him.
Without waiting anymore, she let go of the black cloths covering her eyes and squinted as the blazing light of the sun caught her eyes. And she gasped as she saw Lewis under her, not moving, not breathing. She was worried sick.
"Lewis? Lewis?! Lewis, wake up!" She began to shake his face and tried everything so that he'd breath again, but Lewis smile wasn't fading, though he wasn't breathing.
"I love you."
Lewis whispered in the still of the silence as she breath in and he breath out.
She froze with those words and found her world rocked on around her with him in the center.
He opened his eyes.
She shed a tear.
"Lewis?"
"I love you." He repeated. "I have always love you though, but you know, I have to make it official..." He smiled.
She froze for a second but slapped his chest playfully after awhile, "You! You should have just said it earlier!" She pouted while Lewis's lips created an O as he was shocked with what she just said.
And as if she just realized it too, she blushed so hard that she hid her face on Lewis's shirt.
But Lewis wasn't about to drop it off.
"Did you say something just now, honey?"
She looked up, and bit her lips.
"You do know I did. Again, you're so unbelievable!" She slap him again playfully. But this time, Lewis was laughing so hard until he couldn't help it and rolled around to exchange place. He was now on top of her, and she looked so cute with her eyes up on him.
"Suppose we just have to be honest here?" He smiled, and lightly kissed the tip of her nose. She pouted and blushed. But Lewis was the most happiest guy ever found on earth when he felt her hands brushing the side of his body and landed behind her neck. She caressed it, as smooth as her face was, and put a little smile.
"Lewis... I love you too. And I have been in love with you, long before you knew me, long before you saw me; because I've loved you first, the day I first spoke to you, it's getting stronger.. until now." She shed a tear again, and Lewis was too stunned to even erase it away like she always did it to him when he was down.
All he could do was shed a tear too.
And said, "Oh, Diana..."
* * *
June 2009.
Lewis slammed his bag down on his table and bounced carelessly to his chair. His fairly handsome face was red and hot from the cold outside, and his thick, reddish-brown hair wasn't as smart as it usually was. Everyone in the class knew that it wasn't the right time to bother to ask him what happen, because without a logical reason at all, he could explode at them in a split second.
But there was only one person who knew him better than most. Even his parents didn't know him that well, and Lewis had to admit that he hadn't met anyone like her; this girl that knew him by heart. It was even more amazing when he realized he hadn't known her for long, but already Lewis felt like she was his. And he didn't really feel the urge to share her with anyone.
With the realization creeping into his mind, and the frustration that kept getting stronger by second that passed, he began to look around the class to search for his guardian angel. His head moved around the classroom, his thick hair hang loosely on his forehead, tangled with the corner of his eyes.
And when he couldn't find his favorite person in the world, his frustration was just getting stronger.
He stood up and asked one of his classmate, "Have you seen-"
But the girl quickly answered him, "She's outside, if I wasn't mistaken. With her friends, a guy." The girl shrugged carelessly, and as if guessed, Lewis dash out of the class quickly, taking his bag with him and almost ran out of the school in a split second until he reach the park.
His eyes went everywhere, crazily uncontrolled. The heart that always bloomed whenever he heard her name was now in panic and sadness.
A guy? Which guy is daring to take my angel? I'm not willing to share her, didn't I make it quite clear already?
His madness was uncontrollable by the time he saw a girl and a boy from the back. The girl had this blond, curly hair and touched to the waist, and her body was almost slim. He thought it was her, but when he got to them, it was a different guy.
"Shit." He cursed and it was when he saw a shining girl, as if with halo, sitting by near the pond and was smiling to her self as she fed the fishes. She was wearing a beautiful, green dress and a simple white ribbon on her hair, and she was unmistakably the most gorgeous girl this town had ever had.
Lewis was impatient; he ran to get her.
"Who's the guy?" He wasn't rough with her, he wouldn't be able to. She was flabbergasted, and was clutching her heart so tight when she stood up to face him.
She sigh, "Which guy?"
"The girls in the class told me you got a guy with you," he almost stabbed his own heart. She shook her head and smoothed her dress.
"And you believe them?"
"What...?"
"Didn't I tell you not to believe anyone just like that? Or were you not listening to me?"
"Do you mean...?" He was out of breath. She made a little laugh and led him to a nearest bench under a blossoming tree.
"What guy? You know I have no guy..." She smiled. And it took his breath away even more.
"So they were lying, weren't they?!" He was now mad, to the girls in his class. He was about to stand and get them back, but her hands was faster; she caught him and let him sat back.
"And didn't I tell you to be more easy with things? Really, were you listening to me? Or are you going to break my heart, Lewis Littlejohn?" She was joking, of course, but he couldn't help it, and held her hands tightly. She was so irresistible and he was losing it.
In the past, he had been frustrated like he did just now, but he was worst by then. He slammed everything he saw, and exploded at everyone. He was in rage and usually out of control.
But now...
Now, he had her to hang on. Lewis had his own guardian that taught him how to change himself to be a better person.
He hadn't need to be in rage anymore; all he need to do was to hold on her.
And without debating anymore, he wrapped his arms around her and hug her to his chest tightly.
"I need you..."
"Well," she replied his hug, "you do know I'm always here."
And Lewis whispered, "Oh Diana..."
* * *
January 2009.
Lewis was a handsome guy, fairly with his thick, reddish-brown hair, and with a body like a star. He had all the appearance that every girl would crave for, but he had not been drown to any of them. Unfortunately, he came from a sad background, a broken family, a divorce parents, a killer brother, a drug-dealer's sister and was now living in a foster home where he was being bullied and pointed guilty by everyone. It was like living in a hell.
But hell was better.
Lewis Littlejohn had no point or focus in life. He was almost like a loner walking on the street, he was like the most quiet person in the market, he never smiled to anyone and not even thinking about greeting someone. Nothing matter to him, and he wasn't about to brag or sobbed about it. It had no meaning for him.
Life was fake.
One day, he went back to the foster a little late; he had went to the library town for some research for his college work. His mood was all the better since he succeed in finishing his little project for the English Literature. But he didn't think that coming back to the hell was ruining everything.
"Why are you home so late, Lewis?!" His foster mother shouted even before he could slam his butt down the sofa to rest from the long walk.
"I went to town..." He replied lazily.
"Hah. What an easy answer boy, what an easy answer. I thought I've told you many times ago, that you're not allowed to make your own rules in the fucking house. But why did you come and go on your own just like you own this shit?!" It was her stinging, ugly voice that caught his head aching. And he tried not to argue at first but kept it low.
"I was researching, that's why I'm late," he sigh.
"Oh yeah? You really fuckin' think that I'd believe, huh? Stupid boy, you got no brain at all, you hear me? No brain at all! What's with the research-"
"SHUT UP!!!" Lewis was unable to stop himself anymore. He stood up and threw his hand in the air. His face was red with agony. It was time for him to defend himself.
"You-" His foster mother was about to start, but he didn't give her a split chance.
"And you know what? I don't fucking care about the rules you made in this house. All the stupid, lame rules you made! And this ain't even a house for fuck sake, it's a bloody hell. Even hell was fucking better. You all are just motherfucking liar and heartless. It was such a wrong decision of me to move here, to think that I'd be in a house with different other brothers and sisters together to share something I thought I'd get, but guess what? I got fucking nothing. I got bullshit, and I got this! Fuck you all!"
And Lewis left the hell, slamming the door loudly behind him. With his unruly hair, and his wet shirts, he was out again in the cold night. He was lonely, he had never felt as lonely as he was now. He had seen his others friends inside the foster, gathering behind their foster mother as he shouted everything out. He saw their disgusted and surprised faces, but he couldn't care less. He was not getting it all away. He was tired of it.
He was tired...
"Hey... You do know it's not good to be out in the cold without any jacket."
It was only when he was about to sit on the side of the road when the beautiful, sing-song voice touched his sensitive ears. He usually exploded already whenever someone started to talk to him when he's not in mood, but this time, all the voice and the words were too heartfelt for him to shout. He looked up and searched around before finding an angel on his right, handing him a scarf.
At least he thought she was an angel...
And then he realized she was pouting, "Aren't you going to accept my offer?" She was so soft, and so beautiful. Everything about her that he could see had already melt all his agony away. He wasn't shaking anymore, he wasn't breathing hard anymore. He was alright, and most importantly, he was in a calm and peaceful state. His mind was clear.
"Thank you," he managed to crack and about to take the scarf, but she pulled her hands away.
"Let me," she smiled and before he could avoid it, she was sitting beside him and put the scarf around his shoulder neatly. Lewis didn't want to think about it, but he could feel her calm breathing on his cheeks as she lean in, and her soft skins on his neck as she moved around.
"You...?" He was now all confused. And she took a deep breath and smile at him.
"I just walked around and saw you... Are you alright?" Lewis almost fainted; it was as if she knew he wasn't.
"Yeah, I'm cool..."
"You can be open to me Lewis.. I'm all here when you need someone to talk to."
"But.."
She stopped him immediately and pulled her inside her soft and warm embrace.
"I know you needed someone.. I just want to help."
Lewis was stunned. And his heart was melting quickly. He was warm now. All safe.
"You're... an angel." He said breathlessly. And he pulled her tighter, closer to him. Lewis was sure she was smiling.
"No. I'm not. I'm Diana..."
Diana... My Diana...
Lewis put his head on her shoulder before she stroke his hair.
"I need a help... A help like yours..." He said weakly.
"I know, but can you see I'm here? I'm listening to you Lewis... I'm listening to you.."
"Oh Diana..." Was all that Lewis could say.
December 2009.
"Lewis... Will you please just tell me where are we heading now?"
It was probably her shaky voice or the fact that she was without realizing clutching his hand tightly that made Lewis chuckled. But he kept his hand firmly to hold her balance and made sure the black clothes covering her eyes was not loosened.
"If I tell you now, it wouldn't be a surprise. You do know that lame rule, don't you?" He chuckled again, and carefully caught her when she tripped over a twig. She bit her red, full lips and shook her head.
"You're so unbelievable at times," she sighed.
He resist the urged to kiss her soft, plum cheek and said, "Most of the time, you mean?"
She nodded vigorously and the winds caught her hair and it blew up high to the side. She clicked her tongue and Lewis could see that she was trying hard not to frown. But her forehead had shown hundred lines of thinking.
Even then, her face was as smooth as the first morning light. It hurt him if he couldn't see her everyday.
"We're close," he whispered. She swallowed hard.
Lewis was stunned by the silence that followed them at that particular moment. He was taking her in the middle of a beautiful, green forest with evergreen leaves, and hundred different types of flowers blooming on the ground. It was almost misty, but the sun was out, and they both could smell the various scents from the buds. There was only the sounds of the wind blowing the ground, and the birds swiftly fly by with their little whistles. As if the forests knew what he wanted, as if the animals understood what he was feeling.
He smiled as his feet stepped into a clearing and helped her to jump over the small muddy ground. But unfortunately, she tripped over something, and as Lewis tried his best not to let her fall down, he failed to maintain his balance and eventually fall on his back to the grassy land.
And together, they both fall down to earth, with Lewis arms tightly on her waist and her hands clutching tightly onto his shirt's collar, rolling to one side of the hill.
It was, for Lewis, a miracle.
It was, for her, a fright.
But without mentioning, even the silent forest, the strong breeze and the flying birds knew that both of them loved the fact that they were as close as two person could be.
And not wanting to let go. Inseparable.
"Lewis!" She squealed as they both landed with a thud on the very low side of the hill. They were both out of breath, and Lewis was smiling with his eyes closed as she hold on to her who lay on top of him.
Without waiting anymore, she let go of the black cloths covering her eyes and squinted as the blazing light of the sun caught her eyes. And she gasped as she saw Lewis under her, not moving, not breathing. She was worried sick.
"Lewis? Lewis?! Lewis, wake up!" She began to shake his face and tried everything so that he'd breath again, but Lewis smile wasn't fading, though he wasn't breathing.
"I love you."
Lewis whispered in the still of the silence as she breath in and he breath out.
She froze with those words and found her world rocked on around her with him in the center.
He opened his eyes.
She shed a tear.
"Lewis?"
"I love you." He repeated. "I have always love you though, but you know, I have to make it official..." He smiled.
She froze for a second but slapped his chest playfully after awhile, "You! You should have just said it earlier!" She pouted while Lewis's lips created an O as he was shocked with what she just said.
And as if she just realized it too, she blushed so hard that she hid her face on Lewis's shirt.
But Lewis wasn't about to drop it off.
"Did you say something just now, honey?"
She looked up, and bit her lips.
"You do know I did. Again, you're so unbelievable!" She slap him again playfully. But this time, Lewis was laughing so hard until he couldn't help it and rolled around to exchange place. He was now on top of her, and she looked so cute with her eyes up on him.
"Suppose we just have to be honest here?" He smiled, and lightly kissed the tip of her nose. She pouted and blushed. But Lewis was the most happiest guy ever found on earth when he felt her hands brushing the side of his body and landed behind her neck. She caressed it, as smooth as her face was, and put a little smile.
"Lewis... I love you too. And I have been in love with you, long before you knew me, long before you saw me; because I've loved you first, the day I first spoke to you, it's getting stronger.. until now." She shed a tear again, and Lewis was too stunned to even erase it away like she always did it to him when he was down.
All he could do was shed a tear too.
And said, "Oh, Diana..."
* * *
June 2009.
Lewis slammed his bag down on his table and bounced carelessly to his chair. His fairly handsome face was red and hot from the cold outside, and his thick, reddish-brown hair wasn't as smart as it usually was. Everyone in the class knew that it wasn't the right time to bother to ask him what happen, because without a logical reason at all, he could explode at them in a split second.
But there was only one person who knew him better than most. Even his parents didn't know him that well, and Lewis had to admit that he hadn't met anyone like her; this girl that knew him by heart. It was even more amazing when he realized he hadn't known her for long, but already Lewis felt like she was his. And he didn't really feel the urge to share her with anyone.
With the realization creeping into his mind, and the frustration that kept getting stronger by second that passed, he began to look around the class to search for his guardian angel. His head moved around the classroom, his thick hair hang loosely on his forehead, tangled with the corner of his eyes.
And when he couldn't find his favorite person in the world, his frustration was just getting stronger.
He stood up and asked one of his classmate, "Have you seen-"
But the girl quickly answered him, "She's outside, if I wasn't mistaken. With her friends, a guy." The girl shrugged carelessly, and as if guessed, Lewis dash out of the class quickly, taking his bag with him and almost ran out of the school in a split second until he reach the park.
His eyes went everywhere, crazily uncontrolled. The heart that always bloomed whenever he heard her name was now in panic and sadness.
A guy? Which guy is daring to take my angel? I'm not willing to share her, didn't I make it quite clear already?
His madness was uncontrollable by the time he saw a girl and a boy from the back. The girl had this blond, curly hair and touched to the waist, and her body was almost slim. He thought it was her, but when he got to them, it was a different guy.
"Shit." He cursed and it was when he saw a shining girl, as if with halo, sitting by near the pond and was smiling to her self as she fed the fishes. She was wearing a beautiful, green dress and a simple white ribbon on her hair, and she was unmistakably the most gorgeous girl this town had ever had.
Lewis was impatient; he ran to get her.
"Who's the guy?" He wasn't rough with her, he wouldn't be able to. She was flabbergasted, and was clutching her heart so tight when she stood up to face him.
She sigh, "Which guy?"
"The girls in the class told me you got a guy with you," he almost stabbed his own heart. She shook her head and smoothed her dress.
"And you believe them?"
"What...?"
"Didn't I tell you not to believe anyone just like that? Or were you not listening to me?"
"Do you mean...?" He was out of breath. She made a little laugh and led him to a nearest bench under a blossoming tree.
"What guy? You know I have no guy..." She smiled. And it took his breath away even more.
"So they were lying, weren't they?!" He was now mad, to the girls in his class. He was about to stand and get them back, but her hands was faster; she caught him and let him sat back.
"And didn't I tell you to be more easy with things? Really, were you listening to me? Or are you going to break my heart, Lewis Littlejohn?" She was joking, of course, but he couldn't help it, and held her hands tightly. She was so irresistible and he was losing it.
In the past, he had been frustrated like he did just now, but he was worst by then. He slammed everything he saw, and exploded at everyone. He was in rage and usually out of control.
But now...
Now, he had her to hang on. Lewis had his own guardian that taught him how to change himself to be a better person.
He hadn't need to be in rage anymore; all he need to do was to hold on her.
And without debating anymore, he wrapped his arms around her and hug her to his chest tightly.
"I need you..."
"Well," she replied his hug, "you do know I'm always here."
And Lewis whispered, "Oh Diana..."
* * *
January 2009.
Lewis was a handsome guy, fairly with his thick, reddish-brown hair, and with a body like a star. He had all the appearance that every girl would crave for, but he had not been drown to any of them. Unfortunately, he came from a sad background, a broken family, a divorce parents, a killer brother, a drug-dealer's sister and was now living in a foster home where he was being bullied and pointed guilty by everyone. It was like living in a hell.
But hell was better.
Lewis Littlejohn had no point or focus in life. He was almost like a loner walking on the street, he was like the most quiet person in the market, he never smiled to anyone and not even thinking about greeting someone. Nothing matter to him, and he wasn't about to brag or sobbed about it. It had no meaning for him.
Life was fake.
One day, he went back to the foster a little late; he had went to the library town for some research for his college work. His mood was all the better since he succeed in finishing his little project for the English Literature. But he didn't think that coming back to the hell was ruining everything.
"Why are you home so late, Lewis?!" His foster mother shouted even before he could slam his butt down the sofa to rest from the long walk.
"I went to town..." He replied lazily.
"Hah. What an easy answer boy, what an easy answer. I thought I've told you many times ago, that you're not allowed to make your own rules in the fucking house. But why did you come and go on your own just like you own this shit?!" It was her stinging, ugly voice that caught his head aching. And he tried not to argue at first but kept it low.
"I was researching, that's why I'm late," he sigh.
"Oh yeah? You really fuckin' think that I'd believe, huh? Stupid boy, you got no brain at all, you hear me? No brain at all! What's with the research-"
"SHUT UP!!!" Lewis was unable to stop himself anymore. He stood up and threw his hand in the air. His face was red with agony. It was time for him to defend himself.
"You-" His foster mother was about to start, but he didn't give her a split chance.
"And you know what? I don't fucking care about the rules you made in this house. All the stupid, lame rules you made! And this ain't even a house for fuck sake, it's a bloody hell. Even hell was fucking better. You all are just motherfucking liar and heartless. It was such a wrong decision of me to move here, to think that I'd be in a house with different other brothers and sisters together to share something I thought I'd get, but guess what? I got fucking nothing. I got bullshit, and I got this! Fuck you all!"
And Lewis left the hell, slamming the door loudly behind him. With his unruly hair, and his wet shirts, he was out again in the cold night. He was lonely, he had never felt as lonely as he was now. He had seen his others friends inside the foster, gathering behind their foster mother as he shouted everything out. He saw their disgusted and surprised faces, but he couldn't care less. He was not getting it all away. He was tired of it.
He was tired...
"Hey... You do know it's not good to be out in the cold without any jacket."
It was only when he was about to sit on the side of the road when the beautiful, sing-song voice touched his sensitive ears. He usually exploded already whenever someone started to talk to him when he's not in mood, but this time, all the voice and the words were too heartfelt for him to shout. He looked up and searched around before finding an angel on his right, handing him a scarf.
At least he thought she was an angel...
And then he realized she was pouting, "Aren't you going to accept my offer?" She was so soft, and so beautiful. Everything about her that he could see had already melt all his agony away. He wasn't shaking anymore, he wasn't breathing hard anymore. He was alright, and most importantly, he was in a calm and peaceful state. His mind was clear.
"Thank you," he managed to crack and about to take the scarf, but she pulled her hands away.
"Let me," she smiled and before he could avoid it, she was sitting beside him and put the scarf around his shoulder neatly. Lewis didn't want to think about it, but he could feel her calm breathing on his cheeks as she lean in, and her soft skins on his neck as she moved around.
"You...?" He was now all confused. And she took a deep breath and smile at him.
"I just walked around and saw you... Are you alright?" Lewis almost fainted; it was as if she knew he wasn't.
"Yeah, I'm cool..."
"You can be open to me Lewis.. I'm all here when you need someone to talk to."
"But.."
She stopped him immediately and pulled her inside her soft and warm embrace.
"I know you needed someone.. I just want to help."
Lewis was stunned. And his heart was melting quickly. He was warm now. All safe.
"You're... an angel." He said breathlessly. And he pulled her tighter, closer to him. Lewis was sure she was smiling.
"No. I'm not. I'm Diana..."
Diana... My Diana...
Lewis put his head on her shoulder before she stroke his hair.
"I need a help... A help like yours..." He said weakly.
"I know, but can you see I'm here? I'm listening to you Lewis... I'm listening to you.."
"Oh Diana..." Was all that Lewis could say.
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