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MELANCHOLIA: Chapter 5
Chapter 5
DREAM
LEVI’S POV
“Men spend about $80 or approximately Php4,000 on a first date on average. Typical person spends between $50–$100, approximately Php1,000–Php5,000 on a date night, occuring on average once a month. In addition, average date may be getting more expensive especially when it’s an out of town. The average price of a movie ticket has risen to Php200 with a discount for students at Php150, yet you can get an all access pass for all films at Php4,000 and films in a competition pass at Php2,200,” I uttered, calculating all the possible cost of dating.
“W-what?”
“Fine dining in Asian, European, American, Thai, Japanese, Middle Eastern, or in International cuisines approximately cost from Php1,500 to Php4,000. I wonder how long before he could muster his courage to confess to you. Let’s just say that he has the money, but his attitude? Oh god, that bastard! He’s so rude!” I grumbled without pausing, releasing my irritation and annoyance from earlier as we headed inside the library.
“What are you talking about?” Adalee’s lips curved, flashing a smile. “I’m not going to date him, Levi. You heard me earlier, I won’t accept him as a suitor.”
“I like you, Adalee. Please let me court you.”
My eyes widened. “What?” I shouted in almost complete surprise. What the hell?
“I like you, Adalee,” he repeated. Adalee just smiled and my eyebrows knitted because of it.
“A-Adalee, say something!” I said, almost a protest.
“Why do you keep on butting in? I’m not talking—”
“I’m sorry, Ced,” Adalee finally had spoken, cutting off Ced’s words.
“W-what? What do you mean I’m sorry?” Ced asked, face scrunched up.
“Thank you for saying that you like me, but I can’t accept it. I mean, I—”
“So, are you dumping me?”
“Obviously,” I grinned.
“I-I’m sorry, Ced,” Adalee replied.
“Why don’t you just think about it first?” he dragged on. Why was he so annoying? He was already rejected!
“It’s my first and final decision. I’m really sorry,” Adalee announced.
“Is that so?”
“Just go away,” I whispered, hoping that he could hear me.
“Alright. I guess, I’ll get going then,” he said and finally moved away.
I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that she dumped that Ced earlier just in front of me. It’s a big embarrassment for him, though that’s definitely suited him for being that rude. I finally pulled the door and entered the library with Adalee.
“Yeah. He’s a total jerk anyway,” I snorted.
“I bet, he doesn’t know anything about me. He just like me because of my face,” she said as we sat on a table near the floor-to-ceiling glass window. I sat on a chair opposite from her—we’re facing each other. “I wonder why people would say they like something or someone they doesn’t know a thing from it.
I placed my bag under the table after getting the book I was currently reading. I looked at Adalee who was now sketching something on a piece of paper.
“Obviously, he likes you because you’re beautiful.”
“And I don’t like it,” she responded, making some loops on the paper. “I don’t like it when someone says they like me because I’m beautiful. What if I wasn’t born beautiful? Will they still like me? I guess not.”
“I wonder how those pea-sized brain women gossips about you saying you’re empty-headed,” I whispered to myself as I opened the book where I inserted the bookmark few days ago.
“W-what?” she asked.
“Don’t worry. Beautiful or not, I still like you,” I said, looking over the pages. I jumped a bit onto my seat after realizing what did I had just said when I saw her face in confusion. “I m-mean, I like you, of course! It’s b-because you’re my classmate and you’re h-harmeless. That’s w-what I mean,” I stuttered, biting my lip because of the sudden embarrassment I felt. What the hell was that harmless I was talking about? The awkwardness lost instantly when I saw her smiled again, barely a sign that she didn’t make it as a big deal. That’s a relief.
My mouth was constantly making mistakes and this is not good! “Aww,” I whimpered after I accidentally hit my mouth hard.
“A-are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine,” I replied as I started to focus on reading. Gosh, Levi! Shame on you!
“Oh? Lucid dreaming?”
I cleared my throat and asked, “Why? You know something about it?” It was the book I was reading about.
“I don’t think so.”
“It’s interesting, though,” I uttered.
“I remember, I’ve been dreaming for almost five consecutive nights.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It’s kinda creepy because the last three was my own funeral.”
I glanced at her and she was smiling that time while still sketching. “Right. It’s a sort of a creepy dream. Recurring dreams usually means there is something in your life you’ve not acknowledged that is causing stress of some sort.”
She held a more firm grip against the pencil and asked me, “Is it?”
“Well,” I paused, “the dream repeats because you have not corrected the problem,” I continued.
She faked a laugh. “P-problem? I don’t think so. It’s just a dream. It has nothing to do in real life, right?”
“You think so?” I asked nonchalantly as I turned the pages. “What if it has something to do in real life?”
“H-huh?”
I pokerfaced. “Dreaming the same dream three times means that your subconscious mind would like you to pay attention on your dream. There is some specific information held deep within you that would be useful for your conscious mind to be able to access.”
“A-am I going to d-die?” My face crumpled. I frowned as I felt a sudden urge to be annoyed.
“Ya!” Hey! I shouted carelessly. My voice echoed that I almost forgot that I was in a quite-zone place. Everyone in the library turned to my direction, confused, while some were barely laughing.
“L-Levi, why are you s-shouting?”
“Quiet!” the librarian yelled.
I rubbed my palms on my face out of a sudden frustration, bent over the table and said, “What are you saying? You won’t die! Tsk!”
“I’m j-just asking.”
“It’s not funny. Watch your mouth!” I stormed off.
“W-why are y-you mad at m-me?”
“Ah! Nevermind! You’re so annoying!” I snorted, rested my back on my chair, and focus on reading again. What was she talking about? How could she say those things? She couldn’t die and she wouldn’t leave me! Period!
“L-Levi?”
I calmed myself and heaved a deep sigh before looking at her. “Um?” I whispered.
“I’m s-sorry,” she said, looking so bothered.
“Forget about it. It’s not a big deal. You’re right about dreams has nothing to do in reality. It’s my fault so don’t think about it anymore,” I said as I reached for my bag. “Let’s go. It’s about time for the first subject.”
“O-okay,” she said and started to pack her things up.
Dreaming the same dream three times means that the subconscious mind would like you to pay attention on your dream, that there was some specific information held deep within you that would be useful for the conscious mind to be able to access—was true. The moment Adalee told me about her dream of her own funeral for 3 consecutive nights was bothering me. Why would she dream about her own death? That’s really odd.
We were cloaked in silence as we headed to our classroom—no one dared say a word. All I could just hear was her sighs and footsteps as she walked beside me, stooped.
“Are you mad?” I said, almost raising my voice. I stopped from walking and turned to her.
She halted and tilted her head to face me. “I’m not the one who’s mad here. It’s you!” she yelled back, almost giving me a glare which was a surprise to me.
“W-why are you s-shouting?”
“You’re the first one who raised your voice here!”
“So, you’re mad?”
“I’m not!”
“So why are you shouting?”
Instead of giving me an answer, she turned her back on me which made me realized that we were in front of our classroom. Everyone was watching us, looking confused and surprised. Adalee didn’t mind and entered the room straight to her table. Those eyes of them, it’s full of questions—curiosity.
“Why?” I shouted. My voice echoed as I made a step inside. “Are we not allowed to shout? Tsk!” I snorted as I inched towards my desk.
“You know what?” Caius suddenly had spoken. “It’s similar to how my grandparents started their love story. Shouting, quarrelling, then spending time with each other, going—ouch!” I automatically hit him hard with his notes on his table.
“Shut up, Caius! You and you’re jokes!” I stormed off as I almost threw my bag on my chair. Was that really possible? Well, that would be great if it would happen to us, though.
Chapter 6 and the rest would be posted on Wattpad.
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DREAM
LEVI’S POV
“Men spend about $80 or approximately Php4,000 on a first date on average. Typical person spends between $50–$100, approximately Php1,000–Php5,000 on a date night, occuring on average once a month. In addition, average date may be getting more expensive especially when it’s an out of town. The average price of a movie ticket has risen to Php200 with a discount for students at Php150, yet you can get an all access pass for all films at Php4,000 and films in a competition pass at Php2,200,” I uttered, calculating all the possible cost of dating.
“W-what?”
“Fine dining in Asian, European, American, Thai, Japanese, Middle Eastern, or in International cuisines approximately cost from Php1,500 to Php4,000. I wonder how long before he could muster his courage to confess to you. Let’s just say that he has the money, but his attitude? Oh god, that bastard! He’s so rude!” I grumbled without pausing, releasing my irritation and annoyance from earlier as we headed inside the library.
“What are you talking about?” Adalee’s lips curved, flashing a smile. “I’m not going to date him, Levi. You heard me earlier, I won’t accept him as a suitor.”
“I like you, Adalee. Please let me court you.”
My eyes widened. “What?” I shouted in almost complete surprise. What the hell?
“I like you, Adalee,” he repeated. Adalee just smiled and my eyebrows knitted because of it.
“A-Adalee, say something!” I said, almost a protest.
“Why do you keep on butting in? I’m not talking—”
“I’m sorry, Ced,” Adalee finally had spoken, cutting off Ced’s words.
“W-what? What do you mean I’m sorry?” Ced asked, face scrunched up.
“Thank you for saying that you like me, but I can’t accept it. I mean, I—”
“So, are you dumping me?”
“Obviously,” I grinned.
“I-I’m sorry, Ced,” Adalee replied.
“Why don’t you just think about it first?” he dragged on. Why was he so annoying? He was already rejected!
“It’s my first and final decision. I’m really sorry,” Adalee announced.
“Is that so?”
“Just go away,” I whispered, hoping that he could hear me.
“Alright. I guess, I’ll get going then,” he said and finally moved away.
I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that she dumped that Ced earlier just in front of me. It’s a big embarrassment for him, though that’s definitely suited him for being that rude. I finally pulled the door and entered the library with Adalee.
“Yeah. He’s a total jerk anyway,” I snorted.
“I bet, he doesn’t know anything about me. He just like me because of my face,” she said as we sat on a table near the floor-to-ceiling glass window. I sat on a chair opposite from her—we’re facing each other. “I wonder why people would say they like something or someone they doesn’t know a thing from it.
I placed my bag under the table after getting the book I was currently reading. I looked at Adalee who was now sketching something on a piece of paper.
“Obviously, he likes you because you’re beautiful.”
“And I don’t like it,” she responded, making some loops on the paper. “I don’t like it when someone says they like me because I’m beautiful. What if I wasn’t born beautiful? Will they still like me? I guess not.”
“I wonder how those pea-sized brain women gossips about you saying you’re empty-headed,” I whispered to myself as I opened the book where I inserted the bookmark few days ago.
“W-what?” she asked.
“Don’t worry. Beautiful or not, I still like you,” I said, looking over the pages. I jumped a bit onto my seat after realizing what did I had just said when I saw her face in confusion. “I m-mean, I like you, of course! It’s b-because you’re my classmate and you’re h-harmeless. That’s w-what I mean,” I stuttered, biting my lip because of the sudden embarrassment I felt. What the hell was that harmless I was talking about? The awkwardness lost instantly when I saw her smiled again, barely a sign that she didn’t make it as a big deal. That’s a relief.
My mouth was constantly making mistakes and this is not good! “Aww,” I whimpered after I accidentally hit my mouth hard.
“A-are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine,” I replied as I started to focus on reading. Gosh, Levi! Shame on you!
“Oh? Lucid dreaming?”
I cleared my throat and asked, “Why? You know something about it?” It was the book I was reading about.
“I don’t think so.”
“It’s interesting, though,” I uttered.
“I remember, I’ve been dreaming for almost five consecutive nights.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It’s kinda creepy because the last three was my own funeral.”
I glanced at her and she was smiling that time while still sketching. “Right. It’s a sort of a creepy dream. Recurring dreams usually means there is something in your life you’ve not acknowledged that is causing stress of some sort.”
She held a more firm grip against the pencil and asked me, “Is it?”
“Well,” I paused, “the dream repeats because you have not corrected the problem,” I continued.
She faked a laugh. “P-problem? I don’t think so. It’s just a dream. It has nothing to do in real life, right?”
“You think so?” I asked nonchalantly as I turned the pages. “What if it has something to do in real life?”
“H-huh?”
I pokerfaced. “Dreaming the same dream three times means that your subconscious mind would like you to pay attention on your dream. There is some specific information held deep within you that would be useful for your conscious mind to be able to access.”
“A-am I going to d-die?” My face crumpled. I frowned as I felt a sudden urge to be annoyed.
“Ya!” Hey! I shouted carelessly. My voice echoed that I almost forgot that I was in a quite-zone place. Everyone in the library turned to my direction, confused, while some were barely laughing.
“L-Levi, why are you s-shouting?”
“Quiet!” the librarian yelled.
I rubbed my palms on my face out of a sudden frustration, bent over the table and said, “What are you saying? You won’t die! Tsk!”
“I’m j-just asking.”
“It’s not funny. Watch your mouth!” I stormed off.
“W-why are y-you mad at m-me?”
“Ah! Nevermind! You’re so annoying!” I snorted, rested my back on my chair, and focus on reading again. What was she talking about? How could she say those things? She couldn’t die and she wouldn’t leave me! Period!
“L-Levi?”
I calmed myself and heaved a deep sigh before looking at her. “Um?” I whispered.
“I’m s-sorry,” she said, looking so bothered.
“Forget about it. It’s not a big deal. You’re right about dreams has nothing to do in reality. It’s my fault so don’t think about it anymore,” I said as I reached for my bag. “Let’s go. It’s about time for the first subject.”
“O-okay,” she said and started to pack her things up.
Dreaming the same dream three times means that the subconscious mind would like you to pay attention on your dream, that there was some specific information held deep within you that would be useful for the conscious mind to be able to access—was true. The moment Adalee told me about her dream of her own funeral for 3 consecutive nights was bothering me. Why would she dream about her own death? That’s really odd.
We were cloaked in silence as we headed to our classroom—no one dared say a word. All I could just hear was her sighs and footsteps as she walked beside me, stooped.
“Are you mad?” I said, almost raising my voice. I stopped from walking and turned to her.
She halted and tilted her head to face me. “I’m not the one who’s mad here. It’s you!” she yelled back, almost giving me a glare which was a surprise to me.
“W-why are you s-shouting?”
“You’re the first one who raised your voice here!”
“So, you’re mad?”
“I’m not!”
“So why are you shouting?”
Instead of giving me an answer, she turned her back on me which made me realized that we were in front of our classroom. Everyone was watching us, looking confused and surprised. Adalee didn’t mind and entered the room straight to her table. Those eyes of them, it’s full of questions—curiosity.
“Why?” I shouted. My voice echoed as I made a step inside. “Are we not allowed to shout? Tsk!” I snorted as I inched towards my desk.
“You know what?” Caius suddenly had spoken. “It’s similar to how my grandparents started their love story. Shouting, quarrelling, then spending time with each other, going—ouch!” I automatically hit him hard with his notes on his table.
“Shut up, Caius! You and you’re jokes!” I stormed off as I almost threw my bag on my chair. Was that really possible? Well, that would be great if it would happen to us, though.
Chapter 6 and the rest would be posted on Wattpad.
wattpad.com/user/disguisedname
