Why did you come back?

A/N: I was entirely captivated by Tim Burton's Alice In Wonderland. I told my dear friend, Areef, that my wish was that Alice and Mad Hatter/Tyrant kiss in the end. Wouldn't it be a perfect ending? That Hatter waited for Alice to return to Underland, only to find that she had forgotten all about him. Hatter waited for Alice to remember back and when she finally did, he told her that he had waited patiently. My friend's response? He laughed at me and said "What an interesting story you got my dear, but this isn't a love story." I was really mad. It was supposed to be fairytale, right? So it wasn't too much to ask for. So what did I do? Turned to Fan-Fiction.Net. It was MY heartbeat!! I found many alternate endings to the story, which was to my very liking. Alice and Tyrant Hightopp/Mad Hatter KISSED!


On one fine day when Eve’s heart still bursting with colors, she saw a letter placed on her writing desk in her room. She was curious because she’d never received any mail in her life. Observing the tidy writing on the outside, she rummaged through her brain. The handwriting was familiar but she couldn’t remember where she had seen it. Slowly, she tore the envelope. An old crumpled paper dropped out. She instantly recognized it. She prayed profusely that she was mistaken, and with trembling hands, she unfolded it.

Dear Adam,

I can’t say how thankful I am for your camaraderie, even though it only lasted for a while. How time has passed.. It felt as though it was just yesterday that we met, that we laughed and cried together. It’s time for me to go now. I can feel that lots of questions are going to accompany me as I walked out of the gate.

Such as..

Have I said or done something wrong?
Why are you doing this to me?
What was it that took your mind off me?
Am I that easy to be replaced?

And I have uneasy feelings that these questions will remain unanswered. But then again, I would rather question myself for the rest of my life, than to have the answer that will forever scar me. I give you my best wishes. Know that I’ll never see a swing without seeing you pushing my back, a golf field without seeing us running across it and a pineapple without seeing you suffering from rashes on your face.

So long,
Eve.

Eve plopped down on her knees. She can’t find a word, tears rapidly flowing down her cheeks. Suddenly, the air around her was thin and she felt suffocated.

When she finally calmed down, she picked up the paper and something caught her eyes. There were writings on the back of the paper.

Dearest Eve,

It has been a year after you had left, I was still depressed and decided to talk to my mother. I related to her everything that went between us and it finally downed on me.

You have done nothing wrong to me, my Eve, on the contrary, it was I who wronged you. I failed you and for that, I shall never forgive myself. I was completely lost by my own unhappiness and forgot that you were the one who was directly affected by it. You needed me and I was a fool for not able to see it.

You saw my pretentious happiness as a sign that I was content with you moving when my intentions were merely to cheer you up. I saw your avoidance as a sign that you were looking forward to start your new life at some place when in fact, you were as dejected as I was that we will no longer be together. With us engulfed with such despair, we had neglected things that were vital to all kind of relationships: communication and trust.

As for replacement, I can only assume that you were talking about Odyne, my dear. You are in the wrong. You can’t be replaced, and will never be replaced. She was no more than an insignificant character in my life, way beneath you. You have never left my thought, not even a minute. You preoccupied me and I have not let you go.

These past four years were very dark for me, and from what I heard, it was just as dark for you. I’m truly sorry for what I have caused you. Now that I have found you, I cannot help but hope for a second chance. Know that for each and every of your teardrops that I have caused you, I am more than willing to pay.

Forgive me,
Adam.

p/s: I found your address with the help of my uncle, who was temporarily posted in your school. My apology for I can’t disclose his name. It was considered a breach of etiquette on his part. He had done this for me and the lease I could do for him is to conceal his identity.

Once again, Eve cried a bucket of tears. Why, after all these years, now was the time he chooses to come back? She searched her heart and found that she still loved Adam. How could she not, after all, he was her first to give her such joy and excitement? Even so, Adam was the first to supply her the cause of unbearable pains. What concerned her the most was that how could she hurt the man who had not long ago salvaged her from eternal agony and leave him for a long-lost lover that practically killed her?

It took a great effort of her to think of a conclusion. With her new-found sunshine treating her so compassionately, it really didn’t help a lot. After what seemed a lifetime of pondering, she had at last found a final decision.

She read the letter for the last time. She can barely read it really, as every letters on the paper was disappearing, as if it dissolved in her tears. She burnt it. Surprisingly, as her heart was heavy with sadness, she felt no tears were on their way out. She was resolved to leave all the pain behind and move forward. Her sunshine had worked so hard to revive her and made her was she was that day, and she was not going to throw that away. As thankful as she was to Adam for giving her the first complete taste of love, she was more gratified to her sunshine for being her savior. For her, she was no longer Adam’s Eve. Eve was murdered savagely and her body remains buried under the riverbed, along with her immense love for Adam. This was new Eve, the Eve that had not long prevailed, along with her uncountable amount of love for her sunshine.



To Be Continued

He Who Shall Not Be Named

A/N: Pardon my absence, as this was hardest crap I've ever written. Also, those IRRESISTIBLE Eric/Sookie fan-fictions that kept me away from Blogger were super-duper awesome. Thanks to All Time Low for their songs, they have accompanied me and constantly giving me inspirations while I sat down in front of my laptop, staring blankly looking for words. Here goes.

Beep.

A message startled her. She checked her phone and she, for the first time after locking herself in the vault of misery, genuinely smiled. This man brought the sun out of her dark world. She had done everything in her power not to fall for him. She pushed him away, made fool out of him, played him and yet he still put up with her. She failed, miserably. He seemed to know her weakness and yet, he handled her gently. He was one of those men she dreaded to meet. Though their meeting was not entirely accidental on her side, she did not expect him to be such a gentleman. She could come up with many reasons not to be anyway near him, one of which was that she didn’t know how to accept his ways. Or how to respond to them, for that matter. She had contently resided to being cold and this man awakened her other side, one that she faithfully kept hidden from predators. She was determined to be the predators. She knew that she shouldn’t preserve a soft spot for the likes of him at all, unfortunate for her but fortunate for him, that she did.

She recalled the moment when she had confirmed the fact that she truly fell for him, hard. The night he said he loved her, love, a very strong word in her opinion, was the night when she gave him a challenge. She had told him that their meeting was the result of her losing a bet, and he responded by telling her that he loved her. To her, it was just too good to be true and she was being very paranoid, of course, courtesy of Adam. She wanted to make sure what he just confessed. She wanted him to find another and then see if he could come to her back.

She didn’t know whether to take pride that he did what she had told him to do or to kill him for doing so. It was painful, so painful as though a massive stake pierced to her heart when she heard him. While swallowing the terrible pain, she did not miss a second to contemplate whether he was truly ignorant or that he was not as innocent as he appeared to be. By assessing the damage he had inflicted upon her, worse she thought, he might be an inborn predator, something she dreamt to be. She knew she had to remain calm, but she lost it. Definitely lost it. She had gone berserk on him and he seemed to not know how to react. That was the only reason why she had not broken him yet, which was as well what pulled her back into reality. He did not do it on purpose, he was earnestly just doing what he was told. That was it, not hidden agenda. It strengthened her instinct that he was the kind that she feared.

Now, as to why she had gone ballistic on him if the feeling wasn’t mutual, was her concern. Oh, because she was big on trust. That has got to be it, she said. When she was hanging on the bank of a river full of anguish, the only hands that held her in place was Adam’s. She had hoped Adam would pull her up to the rainbow of joy, but instead, he let go of her hand and watched her drown. That was exactly why she did not want to be deceived again, for the pain was too agonizing to bear.

She put aside the sore memories, and looked up. There was this man, who had discovered her lifeless body that was long buried in the bottom of the river and brought her up to the bank and subsequently revived her. Her knight in shining armor, she thought. Why can’t she forget Adam and move on? He had thoughtfully cleaned the seaweed of hatred that grew on her and successfully revived her, he surely can mend her. Besides, she thought, Adam had embraced his new life even before she was out of his sight, so could she. And that exactly what she did. She gave him, more importantly, herself a shot.

Her evaluation was once again turned out to be accurate. He made her very happy and forgot that she was once severely scarred. They talked, laughed and fought, just like Adam and she used to do, but never once he had hurt her. He turned on every bulb in her heart and made them flickered. Red, blue, white, orange, and red again, but never black. Her heart was slowly returning to its original state, which was beyond colorful. He made her life once more worth living.

Unfortunately, all that has a start must come to their end. So was her recent multicolored condition.


To Be Continued

The Bitter One

AN: this is Unlocking The Vault continuation. It was intended to be short. I need the cliffhanger.



Running away is never a solution. Even without any form of communication, Adam still haunts her. There was not a day that she hadn’t thought about him, though thinking about him was like a dagger drove right into her chest. She felt betrayed, she felt defeated. If Adam had forgotten all about her, why should she embrace his memories? But she can’t help it. She loved Adam, he was her first in many ways. It is true that Adam had battered her, he had given her reasons to mourn, but their happy moments were too many that it prevailed above everything. It was unachievable to entirely get over him. Over the years, she had learnt to conceal her emotions quite effectively.

Eve bravely relived her memoires, the bitter part of her that she sealed from anyone, not even herself would she permitted to visit it. In those years, she coldheartedly sliced the hearts of men, dancing to the music of their screams of pains, swimming leisurely in the tears they had shed for her. She let them flew towards the heaven and brutally yanked them down in the process, before they even get a whiff of the sanctified serenity. She had became vicious, a villain in love, because she wanted companions to walk down the misery lane. She did not want to grieve alone. However, this was not done to any man, this sadistic side of hers was reserved only for disloyal men. She despised any act of infidelity, which evoked her memories of Adam’s proximity to Odyne.

That was when her brother came into the picture. He was what they called a cousin, but he loved her dearly, as if she was his flesh and blood sister. He was the only one whom was aware of her shape. He saw what Adam did to her and for that he swore on his life that he would allow no one to mess with her. He blamed himself for her pains, he saw it as his failure that Adam managed to harm her to that extent. That was the moment when he decided to intervene in her life, every aspects in her life was arranged by him. He monitored her and subsequently instructed her of what to do. Eventually, he seemed too carried away that he had forgotten his own life and made hers his precedence. Eve knew very well what was he trying to do, and she felt that she owed him explanation for her every actions.

Eve was not completely ill-fated to only stumble upon these revolting creatures, but she also came to know some benevolent men. These men reminded her of Adam’s traits, mainly selfless and civilized. She did not have the heart to hurt these men that she eventually forsook them. She forbade herself to yield to anyone, in any kind of liaison. She did not know what incite her terror in that area, what may have caused her to distrust any men. One thing that she had absolute certainty was that she was yet to bare her true self to any being. Adam had wounded her severely, more than she ever thought.

To Be Continued..

Unlocking The Vault

About 11 years ago, there was a kid named Adam. He lived in a suburban. It was not exactly a suburban, but close. He was in love with a girl that he called his Eve. You might wonder what a 12-years-old boy and 8-years-old girl know about love. Oh but they did, as they were ardently in love. They were playmates and living in a community where everyone knew everyone, they practically spent their most of their times together. Adam lived less than a mile from his Eve and he visited her every noon. They even walked to school together, along with their friends. Adam called his Eve pet names, but Apple was evidently his favorite because he called her that very often. This was ironic, his name was Adam, he called her Eve and apple was the reason why Adam was kicked out of heaven. Eve asked him this once, and he said,

“Adam was far from stupid; it was his affection to Eve that he allowed himself to succumb to her persuasion to consume that apple. He knew very well of the consequences, but he couldn’t bear the thoughts of him being the root of Eve’s sadness. Adam did not blame Eve for his punishment, and the apple was a proof of how he felt towards Eve. He did not have to actually be in heaven to feel like heaven. Being with Eve was sufficed to let him feel that. See, I have never loved this way before, and should I ever love anyone in the future, it will not be as intense as the way I do with you. I have been in my haven for 12 years and it was you, my Apple, my Eve, who tempted me out of it. For that, I thank you and forever will be grateful to you for showing me love. Besides, you’re chubby. Your cheeks always glowed red when I talk to you like this. See?”

Adam poked her cheeks playfully. Don’t mind where Adam learned to speak like that. He just knew the words and how to speak around Eve. He was a whiz kid, he always thinks ahead of his age. It was after all his intelligence that enticed Eve to him. Those were the good times. They did not want to be apart from each other. Other kids at their age would never understand what lies waiting in front of them, what the world has for them. Unlike them, Adam and his Eve already vowed to each other that whatever happens, they will get through it together.

Alas, what is life without trouble? A year later, Eve’s parents decided to move out from the community where they lived. Eve brought the painful news to Adam, and said that they only have one year left. It distraught Adam terribly but he never showed it to Eve. He struggled to be strong for her for the reason that Eve was sad too. Sad was tremendously an understatement, she was distressed. Her low-spirited state had clouded her judgment. She thought Adam did not care about her leaving. Really, what could Adam do, take her away? Adam was powerless. Regrettably, Eve did not talk about this with Adam, she simply avoided him for she assumed Adam no longer love her.

Meanwhile, Odyne saw this as an opportunity to be close to Adam. She had always loved Adam but Adam did not return the sentiment as he saw her merely as best friend. Odyne talked to Adam and constantly be at his side to “console” him. The dismayed Adam had failed to contemplate Odyne’s plots. Eve saw this proximity and again, assumed that Adam had chosen Odyne.

Each day, Adam became familiar with Odyne’s closeness, but his Apple never left his mind. Her absence created a deep hole in his heart. He craved to walk home with her as she longed to talk to him. Odyne knew his ache as she saw the way he looked at Eve but she just won’t give up. She kept him to her whenever Adam told her his plan to talk to Eve. Oh no, Odyne could not let him do that. She might lose him. Odyne and Adam were Eve’s seniors and both were the school’s best students. In Odyne’s eyes, Eve was not fit for Adam. Adam deserved the best, and the person was she, Odyne. She was the best plotter, she came up with different excuses to make Adam and his Eve away from each other, be it by giving tasks to Eve or by making redundant meetings to keep Adam after hours.

At the very last day, Eve left Adam a farewell letter and asked her friend, their friend to give him. She left without acknowledging them where she would be residing. No address, no information, nothing. She wished to perish from his life, as he cut her deeply.



To Be Continued..


A/N: Odyne - the personification of and Goddess of Pain. You know how strongly I am attracted to mythology.. *grinned*