Chapter VII The Clearing of Dark Clouds

Truth be told, I have grown afraid and anxious. How would I act after that distressing online mistake. How are you going to take it? And Jeremy... It will all turn out as a misunderstanding l due to my clicking, selecting of ten. Clearing the clouds that is lingering is coming to a close as an opportunity presents itself.

Eleanor has invited us in her birthday celebration. I couldn't hide my uneasiness, picking up a single dress. Never in my entire life did I change a wardrobe a dozen of times just to look pleasing to him Finalizing at the purple dress, I ascertain its flamboyance, and so changing at the last minute, I picked up the simple white dress and partnered it with a flat sandal. I could not take the steps in front of the mirror for fear of being unsatisfied.

As we proceed accordingly, there was something new to you and I can't spell it. I was about to tell you then Eleanor pointed it out,

"Nice hair cut. You look five years younger. No need to go that far for me, its just my birthday," she said amusingly.

Vance stared at me, unsuccessful to get any reaction he directed his eyes away.

The statement by Eleanor could have caused me pain but I'm so dense that my brain lead me to thinking how some of the same sex cut their hair as reawakening, renewal when they had their hearts broken. Did you have your heart broken when I chose Jeremy?

Right. I have some explaining to do. Perfect. We sat next to each other, this way communication should be of difficulty.

"About the chat yesterday," I started but straightaway interrupted by Vance as he said,

"Don't. Don't tell me why you chose him over me. Once you make me realize how distant is Jeremy's edge to me, I will not make any effort to win you over. Things may be in favor for him, but just give me a chance. Please." His eyes giving out frustration, determination and of love.

My heart jumped for joy, hearing those words from him, that I forgot to clarify his misunderstandings and maybe I would like to see him try. Try winning me over, when he already did.

"I am no reader, I don't know what your silence could mean but I am to satisfy myself for you are not hesitating in giving me a chance," he continued on melancholy.

I wanted to say the truth to him but to be wooed by him? My eagerness won me over so I said nothing more.

I was so enraptured by yesterday' account that I couldn't contain my happiness the next day. There is nothing that can escape from Marianne's observant eyes, she called me on. She had to snap her fingers in front of my face to gain my attention.

"I know what that look means," she said cheerfully but was I wrong to detect weariness behind?

"Was it the guy in the picture?"

"Picture?" I asked, remembering the picture we took after Eleanor's birthday I instantly confirmed, sensing her being acquainted with him, she declared,

"He was my student when I was teaching in other school. A brilliant one indeed."

"Come tell me more," I asked thirsty for more information of him.

"Brilliant as he is, he is an astray. He knew not what to do with his life. Tell me is he jobless?", Marianne questioned as if only confirming what is running in her mind.

"Yes, but him taking masters degree would definitely mean he is paddling for his way? I replied, reluctant to absorb what she is trying to say.

"Could be and could not be," she insisted.

The last time I saw him was before he enter the seminary, by the look of it, he seemed to find his purpose, his calling. He may be here now, living with us, but him returning to priesthood is indespensable," she spoke persistently, almost confident to every word she uttered. As if its not yet enough she continued,

"Don't try blocking his path, its the end journey for him. Don't add to his confusion. I'm telling you this to prevent you from further hurt."

Ironic, because her, conveying all of those are already hurting.