RAINBOW

UNEDITED SAMPLE LITERARY ARTICLE
By Julia Nina Somera Moncada
IV–Madame Marie Curie


Why is it so hard to understand you? Why is it so hard to keep you happy? Once again, you are upset with me. I always ask why or what I did wrong. But you would never tell me. You would just sulk in a corner then disappear. Again, we bicker. Like always, you hide my most precious belongings. But since the place where you hide them is always the same, this time, I’ll already be there, waiting for you.

There, I waited for a long time. One hour has passed. No sign of you. Two hours passed. Still, nothing… Before I knew it, the sun was setting. The shadows closing in on me as they stretch. And it started to rain. Just my luck! I was just about to leave when I heard your footsteps. With a startled expression, you fix your eyes on me. I look back at you. Suddenly, you pout your lips and look away. You apologize, still looking at the ground. Then, you liven up and tell me to come closer.

“Hey, look,” you say. Our shadows have overlapped.

It’s always like this. We bicker, we fight but in the end, we still make up. Every time we make up, I always remember the first time our lips brushed. It was raining, just like now. Our umbrellas have collided and the rain got heavier. We sought shelter under a nearby tree. It was evident on my face that I was really pissed off. You looked at me and laughed. Just like you now, I pouted my lips. Smiling gently, you leaned closer and closed the gap between us.

I snap back to reality. This time, this place is exactly like before. Tears well up in my eyes. I sniffle and try to hold back the tears. But it’s no good. I hold you tight and let these salty tears drop on your shoulder. I realize that you are my most precious thing. You look at my eyes and purse your lips. Without waiting for me to apologize, you gently pressed your lips on mine.

From now on, these selfish things, you can tell me. No matter how selfish, it’s all right to tell me. But only tell them to me. You say it’s troublesome. But I can tell that you’re not being honest with me. What is it that you’re not telling me? Is it the fact that you love me? Maybe not, but right now, that’s what I want to hear. Now, I take out the little box in my pocket and kneel. I ask you to make this the day, one year from now, that our names shall overlap. The day our love shall sprout. The rain stops.

I look up at the sky. A rainbow has shown itself. The rainbow really is beautiful. But you are more beautiful than it ever will be.

To you whose face is starting to blush, “Thank you.”