HAPPPHILOSOPHIES by Happy Angel Esquierdo (best thriller novels of all time .TXT) 📕

Have you ever wonder how an angel smiles?

Have you ever wonder how she cries late at night?
Do you ever see the pain behind her smiles?
Do you ever see the tears escaping from her eyes?

She smiles when pain tore her heart apart;
She laughs when she’s almost dying inside.
She writes when she needs to spit it out;
And sometimes pretend everything is alright.

You came into her quiet world,
strange eyes and bright smiles.
You talk to her first,
saying hello, hi, and goodbyes.

You show her the care and love;
So she vowed to stay no matter what.
But you eventually ripped her heart apart;
And now she’s trying hard keeping alive.

However, she was an angel,
sweet, optimistic, and innocent.
She would never break a promise,
even if it’ll cause a hundred heartbreaks.

For she was an angel, you can consider her stubborn;
Stubborn for letting herself hurt by people who never care.
For she was an angel, she’s fragile in this world so cruel;
Fragile for letting herself be broken over and over again.

For she was an angel, she would never leave you.
She would fulfill her promise like she always does.
For she was an angel, she would overcome the pain.
She would be free and fly high with her wings.

Since I was a child, I learned how to value things in life. I learned how to use each click, shutter and flash a camera has, to capture memories that I want to preserve. It was that day when I captured the most beautiful, well, beyond beautiful piece of an art I’ve ever seen.

I was walking to nowhere that day, not knowing where I should possibly go nor what I could probably do. I was holding my camera, searching for things that I might want to take a shot, but to my dismay, there’s nothing.

I keep on walking, observing the place I was passing through. It is a wonderful place to see. I was passing along a twilight sea-zoned place: the sun setting down, white sand sparkling, blue waves drifting along, and the wind dancing against my face. I held my camera tight, assuming that there’s something good I could find here. I search through the lenses of my camera and…

Searching… Focus... No.

Searching… Focus... No.

Searching… Focus... No.

Searching… Focus... No.

Searching… Focus... No.

Searching… Focus... N-

*click*

Captured.

He was there, standing alone beside the sea. He was wearing a t-shirt and knee shorts, finishing his look with sunglasses hiding his mysterious eyes. He was carrying a bag and tossing his feet on the silver sand.

My heart thudded, stumbled, got out of my chest, cracked, shattered into pieces, glued and assembled as a whole, and find its way back home. I stood there for moments, watching his endless movements and tossing of feet.

Minutes passed by and its getting darker. Aware of the approaching darkness, he walked away from the sea… away from me, and I just watched him while my heart was tearing apart. I held him to my sight as he gradually disappeared.

I closed my eyes and smiled. Is it love at first-click? I don’t know but the thought makes me feel alive. I opened my eyes and watched the darkening horizon…

I don’t know him. I don’t think he even know me. He might never know that someone like me do exists. I don’t even think that I’m going to see him again, but I let him carry a part of my soul … and it’s what they called… love.

I am the typical girl who enjoys and loves simple things in life. Such a typical girl who will fight for her right and will stand for what she knows is right. Just a typical girl who also dreamed of a man and never expected that for once in her life, her dream would come alive.

I woke up early morning, welcoming the blistering summer heat in March. I smiled, seeing the perfect view of summer: burning sun above the blue sky, peaceful whoosh of the sea waves, the sparkling white sands as soft as a face powder, and tall coconut trees providing shades for summer. It is a true paradise for me.

Still bagging with pleasure, I went off the cafeteria alone. Yes. I am alone in a place where no one knows my identity. I do not even think that these people around me know that a person like me even exists. The cafeteria, tainted with glass walls, allows the light and heat to pass through. I ordered a blueberry cheesecake and coconut juice for breakfast.

I was waiting for the meal when I caught a glimpse of a modern replica of Adonis wearing no shirt and with violet knee-shorts. He was wearing sunglasses, resisting the powerful rays of the sun. Look at your Top-less Adonis. My inner goddess giggled. I ignored her, as I was still stunned for finally seeing him here. It was never my intent to find him. However, what would I expect? I won the ticket for One Direction Get-away Summer Trip so it would really be possible that I could find him here.

I was still staring at him when he caught my eyes. He took off his glasses and looked at me intently. My heart jumped in surprise, stumbled down and got back to its placement, still dubbing fast and hard. He held my eyes as he walked toward my direction, not allowing any distraction.

“Hi.” He greeted me and I smiled. “Perfect summer, right?” He asked me as he slide and sit down on the chair beside me. I want to answer but I don’t know what to say.

“Yeah…” I managed to spit that single word  after few seconds. He stood up and smiled at me. His left hand reached me and tucked pieces of hair behind my ears; to my surprise, he’s suddenly holding a yellow tulip in his right hand as it moved away from my ear.

“A yellow tulip means ‘There’s a sunshine in your smile.’- a sunshine brighter than summer days.” He placed the flower on the table and smiled as he swiftly walked away from me.

I finished my meal flying on the 9th gate of Cloud 9. It’s a heaven, to see him personally and to receive a flower from him. I gracefully made my way back to my room, planning for what tasks I would probably do for the last 36 hours of my trip.

The rest of my stay in Paradise was none of my expectations. I actually expected to see him again but it didn’t happened. I frequently went to the cafeteria but there was no sign of him.

This is the last night of my stay here in this lovely paradise. I went to the cafeteria to order foods for my dinner, still hoping that I might have the chance to see him even for the last time. But as I walked to the counter, a newspaper caught my attention. “Liam Payne dating the new hottest celebrity…”

My heart cracked and shattered into pieces. What would I expect? I’m just a fan girl- a typical girl who is hoping for a miracle, wishing that somehow, sometime… there would be a chance that he might notice me.. like me… love me… but… reality kicks in. Everything about him is just a dream.

I ran back to my hotel room and cried, knowing that tomorrow, everything will be back to normal. I will go back to my country and perhaps, will never have a single piece of chance to see him again. I cried and just cried, and let myself be eaten by the darkness of night.

I woke up, with my sore eyes. It was aching and itchy. Maybe I lose a gallon of tears and it was the result. Aware of my flight at ten in the morning, I hurriedly put my clothes in the luggage and packed my things up.

I walked out of the hotel and for the last time, took a glimpse of my dear paradise. This is where my dream almost came true. My heart shattered again into pieces with the thought. Tears irresistibly escaped from my eyes. I let the wind dance against my face, allowing it to wipe away my tears.

“Miss.” I turned around and saw a little blonde boy. “Here.” He handed me a black box and immediately ran away from me. Surprised, I cautiously opened the box, and eyed a red tulip with a card. I opened the card and it says:

Miss Kyra, Do you know what a red tulip stands for? Declaration of love.

Sincerely,

Your Liam

I wished to have a happy life, a life with happy ending, like the fairy tale stories my mom used to tell me when I was a kid: how Cinderella left her shoe and his prince made a way to find her, how Sleeping Beauty was awakened by a true love’s kiss, how Belle drew the cold-hearted Beast out of isolation, how Snow White was saved by his prince from the wicked witch, and how Jasmine and Aladdin fell in love with each other despite their differences.

I lived with faith, that someday I will have my own fairy tale and happy ending. However, life had been so tough for me that I stopped believing in fairy tales. My parents died when I was twelve. My Aunt took care of me since then. Assuming that I would be loved and cared for, I trusted them all wealth my parents saved for me. Nevertheless, I made a mistake. They stole everything and left nothing to me. They