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[lucthesobrietywhisper]

God's Creation

You should sit here quietly and enjoy your dinner, not sit with your feet up and screw up Christmas Eve. You should taste the soup with steaming smoke with enthusiasm, not by throwing a spoon on the dining table and then walking to your room. Everyone loves Christmas Eve, you are the only one who hates that, Clara. Your name is beautiful for you who like to rebel. You always find it difficult to understand comments and insinuations from your uncles and aunts, even though you can only hear those words once a year.

Your motive for wearing make-up this time is also because of your parents, right? That is very funny when they intend to set you up with your unemployed cousin. But, all of that can’t be used as an excuse for you to end up in a room with lipstick now on your cheeks. Look in the mirror, how messed up you are now. In fact, the hair that you previously straightened beautifully has now turned into a lion's hair. People who see you now believe you are a clown more than a lawyer. Please, don't forget your respected profession, please take care of yourself, don't take action arbitrarily.

Then, the next day your room was knocked harshly and then you were dragged into the bathroom. How can you consider this a holiday that can be filled with sleep when everyone ends up at church. In fact, the church bells on the other side had spread throughout the city. In fact, the demons are busy laughing at you. Yes, you crazy girl, the smell of alcohol is now spreading in your room, you ended up drunk last night?

With dresses and high heels you walk with your family. You stand out with your beautiful and shaped body. No one expects you to be sitting in the front seat because a sinner like you is reluctant to even make a fist when everyone is busy looking down. Then, someone appeared in front of you all, the person who is now the focus of attention and how can you not lift your face to see that one God's creation? Now, your mother nudges you and you look up.

Your lips move to praise God's creation, at this time you just remember God when you see His very beautiful creation. Wait… what did you just say? Hot Priest? Such a crazy girl. The events has ended, you approach the priest as if you were approaching your old friend. How can you greet like you've met him.

Just this time, control your heart, don't forget the fact that the man you admire will not marry for life. So, throw your hopes away. But, it must be admitted that you have completely lost your sanity. How can you take him out to dinner and spend the night drinking alcohol when the next day the priest will lead the ministry?

Then, the following days you live the day much more cheerfully. You are more diligent in going to church, you always praise that the priest is handsome in every way. Whether it's near or far, your crush is forever captivating. So, today you are given a bible. It's funny, you were the last to read the bible while crying making a thesis, but now you are busy reading it even when you are in the bath-up.

But, to be repeated once again, everything you are living now is in vain. Even though he drank alcohol in front of your eyes, even though his hands once warmed yours, don't forget his promise to God to give his life and not to drop his heart to his servant. So, you have to step up and leave that feeling of egoism to hold onto the person who first gave himself to God. You just need to stand in front of the mirror and try to look at yourself who wants to be a sinner because you intend to rob a person who is fully devoted to God. You have a world that you will forever consider a playground, he does too but at least he stands for God.

"I love you"

"It'll pass"

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[lucthesobrietywhisper]

You’re The First, You Know

When the boy kissed me, his lips were summer but his tongue was a frozen dead body. His hair was pitch black but his pupils were something eyes could not trust. His face was the brightest crime of evil’s wrath with firm lines and dagger-like jaws.

“You look so beautiful in that dress, boo”, he said

“Don’t be...”

“No, I’m serious. But why you wear that dress? I mean, we only go to church”

“God and You - are my favourites so shut your mouth up, darling”

               By the time I gave him my arms, my chest, my eyes, my lips, my nose, my body, my everything and the opportunity for him to own me as a whole. I praised him like a God. I walk into the gate full of disgusting dreadful tales no wanted to tell. Instead running back or tracing my path to where I began.

I look at him, the way he praised God.

But, I realized that I found myself devoted to him as a whole. His steps were loud thuds waking every children nightmare I buried as soon as I turned seventeen. I dived into him and helped him justified everything he did to me.

“I loved you, so we’re end here..” he tried to explain something to me

“But why?”

“I can’t and just don’t ask me why”

               I sold my soul to him with the lowest price. After he said he loved me, he walked out of the church and burned it down with me in it. So long and good bye.

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[lucthesobrietywhisper]

The Final Show

Her wrists were bound behind her back, and she was seated in a back on her side. Her hair appeared to have been pulled back into a ponytail, but now it was all over the place. Underneath her bangs, a faint bruise stood out. There was no doubt that she had very recently picked it up. Likely at the hands of her vile captor. Her fiancé was sweating profusely and grinning wildly. He was giddy with excitement and adrenaline, jumping all over the place. All the dead and pools of blood on the floor, the terrifying mutterings and stifled sobbing, had seemed to overstimulate him. His hand sweated as he snatched the gun's trigger.

She stared deeply into that face, looking so fierce, his eyes red as if he had not slept, his jaw clenched, even though he was sweating, his hand unhesitatingly held up an iron object that the girl believed was a gun and had messed up this room. The contents of her head—her brain—were also confused when she felt the cold object touch her forehead. Her body was shaking so violently, of course she was holding back fear. In fact, the lasagna she ate in this morning wanted to go back up her throat and wanted to throw it all up.

Not a single sound was released by the man, he was busy staring at the girl who seemed to be a doll for him now. For the man, it was an amazing sight to see the panicked face of the girl who was now pale and her body was shaking violently. The man had been counting in his heart to prepare to pull the trigger and take the life of the girl who was part of his final show. However, the girl made a fatal mistake, within seconds of chasing her, she vomited the contents of her stomach to make the man furious. No longer counting, he pull the trigger. The sound of gunfire became a cheer for him. Blood flowed profusely and now pooled the man's feet. However, who cared because now he was still witnessing the blood that flowed profusely from the girl's head which was partly incomplete.

Just then, a fishy scent pierced the senses of smell along with the man who was still silent with his bloodshot eyes. Then, he looked down at his gun and licked the bloodied tip while the head in front of him was still bleeding profusely. The show ended, he would turn the blood into water to bathe in when he lay in a puddle next to the corpses whose heads were no longer intact.

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[lucthesobrietywhisper]

The Old Photo Album

It's hard to believe it was eight years ago...

My first love, my first date, my first kiss; you'll always hold a special place in my heart.

So, here's a special story about you.

"Luc! For goodness’ sake, it's already six, so get up and go. Chop chop! Today’s your first day of eleventh grade class. Don't miss your class!" Mom shouted.

I was startled awake by the screams of my mother.

Me? A morning person? I hate mornings. Getting ready for school in the morning and sitting on my bed without a shirt for ten minutes, thinking about how much I hate school.

"Argh! You don't have to scream."

“What has changed since I was a tenth grader? It's not even half-past six, mom." I murmured, hiding my face in the pillow.

I looked up a few minutes later to see my mum exiting my room. The cold weather in this city made it much more difficult for me to get out of bed. I hurriedly left this secluded spot for the bathroom. I rode my bike through the city to get to school quickly.

A few of my classmates were already waiting for me at the school gate. What a significant figure.

"What's up, Luc? We haven't seen each other in three weeks, it feels like a whole year has passed!" Jane gave me a bear embrace as I was still toting my bike around.

“We were just talking the other day at the cafe, right? Lemme park my bike first." I uttered those words as I hurried to get to the parking lot.

“Our class is about to start," said someone greeting me from a distance.

“OMG. Aidan! When did you come? It’s good to see you again.”

Aidan frowned, "Yeah, Luc, I was behind you. Can't you see it?"

It's not my fault if I didn't get to see him. I was in a hurry to get to the parking lot; he looked disappointed, yet I can't blame myself for that.

"I'm so sorry. Alright, let's go to class."

The class started with art lessons. My classmate was surprised when she heard a boy's voice greet her from the far corner of our window class. I halted what I was doing to pay attention to what they were saying.

            "Psst!" I whispered to her, “Is that Shaen?” I muttered it once again as I kept my gaze fixed on the view outside.

"Yes, Luc. Why? Do you secretly have a crush on him?"

I was confused by her question; I'm baffled as to how she came to that conclusion about me liking him. "Ehh, not really, but is it possible if I can get to know him?"

"Luc, he's already got someone. There must be a better option out there for you!" She bursted out laughing.

Shit.

I got up from my damn chair where I was painting. I still looked at Shaen, who was talking to my friend Claire.

"Hey, Luc! C'mere! I want to introduce you to Shaen!" She waved at me.

Shit shit shit.

I look at his face from a distance. His hair was pitch black, but his pupils were something eyes couldn't trust. His face was like an angel when he smiled at me. I greeted him and shook his hand as we approached one another.

"Hey, you're Luc, right? I'm Shaen, nice to meet you." He curled a sweet smile on his lips.

My voice stuttered, "Oh yeah, I'm Luc. It's good to see you."

"Can I have your contact?" Shaen asked. 

I laughed at the question that came out of his mouth. What century on earth is he still asking me about a phone number; he could possibly have asked me about my Twitter account.

            “Uh, sorry? Do you mean my phone number?”

            I couldn't believe what I was hearing and couldn't help but wonder if this was the start of our get-together.

"Sure thing, give me your hand!"

I grabbed his right hand and carefully wrote my phone number on the back of his hand. I was aware that his hand had the texture of smooth silk. It has always been a source of my weakness.

My night has been one of my favorite parts of my day ever since we first met. That is odd, to say the least. Indeed the night is so dark that it obscures everything. The times we spent together were some of my favorites. My nights have always been accompanied by our nightly phone calls and text messages, which have drawn feelings that are difficult to escape. Rumor has it that he broke up with his girlfriend. I was in a state of disbelief. I despise my gloomy notions about what's to come.

The next morning, Shaen stood outside the school's front gate, waiting for someone. I let my mind wander to him while standing by myself in the center of the basketball court.

My thoughts were immediately shattered when he called me,

"Hey, Luc!" He ran toward me.

"What's the matter?" I asked, looking at his slightly sweaty face.

"We have the day off tomorrow; you know... let's have some fun together." He seized my hand I'd hidden in my jacket and pulled it out.

"Are you asking me out?" I teased him with a smile and pushed his shoulder.

"No!" He shouted.

My heart breaks a little at his rejection.

"I mean…" He trailed as if he was still trying to figure out what to say

"Hangout.. yeah."

I was still entirely confused, but I was compelled to say the following words.

"Yeah, sure, why not." A small smile spreads across both my faces.

"Hang out? Where to go? Don't go to a weird place, okay? I don't like it."

"How about a forest park or a library date?" With his breath still out, he asked, "Okay, tomorrow at nine?"

"Where do you want to pick me up?"

"Just shut up, I know your place is. I asked Jane yesterday. Ugh, tomorrow at ten, get prepared. I'll be waiting in front of your house."

A young boy in a rasta beanie and sunglasses showed up at my doorstep the following morning. I just know he smelled so good.

            “C’mon!” I slugged him in the arm.

If you ask me what I did last night I would say, “I was busy smiling like a mad woman while staring at the ceiling as if his face was there. Yeah … I'm insane.”

Now, he looked at me with sparkling eyes. I even dared to say that his eyes are much warmer than spring. "Did you sleep well last night?" He asked.

I smiled and immediately replied, "Of course," I replied that it was definitely a lie.

To the main goal, which was a hangout even though he previously said 'museum date'. But why was he still in denial? I don't know... the man who was riding the motorbike kinda held his ego. There was a warm conversation when we were on the motorbike until finally, we arrived at a famous museum in this city.

"Do you like art?" I asked him who was busy photographing a statue.

“My body is composed of art. My mother is a painter and my father is a sculptor,” Shaen answered and it amazed me.

"Then what about you?" I kept asking—being with this man made me like the Dora who likes to ask questions. But to be honest, everything about him was surprising and interesting.

"I just enjoy it, I can't paint or make sculptures, just be a connoisseur because my expertise is in music," he replied, which made me even more amazed.

"Music? Who is your favorite singer?”

He was silent, he seemed hesitant to answer my question. “Hm … The 1975.”

Again, I was surprised and suddenly hit his shoulder. “How come, I like them too! Robbers, you have to sing that song for me, it's proof that you really are their fan."

He smiled and nodded slowly. "I thought you didn't have the same taste as me, but actually you are."

I made him chuckle and then he started busy taking pictures of the various kinds of art on display at the museum. I was busy staring at the picture until when I turned around, I saw Shaen taking a picture of me with his analog camera. Suddenly I asked, "What are you doing?"

“Taking the best art in this museum.”

"Who?"

"You."

I made a chuckle and lied if at that time my heart condition was fine. Her lips lifted to form a crescent moon, plump lips that captivated anyone who saw her. I didn’t know, who was crazy, basically Shaen really made me like a strange woman because I smiled all day.

After making my heart ruffled, he suddenly asked. "After this stop at the mall to eat, do you want it?"

I just nodded because I had given up on where to take this man. In essence, I just wanted to linger by his side. Then, sure enough, coming home from the museum he went straight to the mall in this city.

"What do you want to eat?" asked Shaen.

You could all guess what I'm going to say, that's for sure. "Up to you."

Amazingly, he was able to catch the meaning of the word ‘up to you’. He took me to an Asian restaurant that had absolutely no seafood there. I didn’t know if it was a coincidence or he knew I am allergic to seafood.

"Jane said you're allergic to seafood." That sentence immediately answered the question that was in my mind.

I didn't have time to answer his question because now our food had arrived. Food that definitely makes my stomach rebel to be filled. The food was really tantalizing and made me and Shaen more focused on eating our food.

After filling our stomachs, we chose to go to a cafe and there was live music. I ordered greentea with him who ordered americano. Don't laugh at the menu I ordered because my stomach really can't take the caffeine from coffee.

"Luc, I'm going to the toilet first, okay?" he asked.

I obviously just nodded letting him go to the toilet with me now sipping greentea. Don't expect me to update on Instagram because at that time, Twitter was much more dominant, so at that time I was busy making tweets on Twitter.

It was a moment of silence and suddenly I heard a song from my favorite singer. The 1975' song Robbers echoes in the café and look, who was singing that song, it was Shaen. His handsomeness was multiplied when he sang while played the guitar. A beautiful voice with a handsome face is a perfect combination. Until the end of the song, he said. “Hi Luc, I wanna be yours, do you wanna be mine?”

At that time, I immediately nodded and he walked over to me, took me in his warmest embrace, he kissed my forehead until the kiss moved to my lips. Everything about him is beautiful and he is the best first love that God gave me.

I chuckled as I closed the photo album. Nine years on, a very beautiful story of teenagers named Luc and Shaen. My story that can only be remembered, the right story at the wrong time.

"Hi, Shaen. Where are you now?" I muttered before closing the old photo album.

            “—I hope you are fine with your current love, my first love.”

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