10th of September

10th of September

(A fictional story written by Renon Angelo V. Sobreviñas)

10th September, 1903

Darkness covers everywhere. It is all I can see. I am in a place, I don't know where. All I want to do now is to escape from this dungeon, but I don't know how.
I hear a familiar melodious voice. . .a pleasant, sweet voice. . . but who is she? I can feel a very strong connection that bridges the gap between us. She's suffering from great pain now, and I don't know why I feel the same way too.
Then suddenly, I just cry until I wail as a light strikes my whole being. It was then that I realized . . . I was conceived by this woman for nearly 270 days and gave birth to me on the 10th of September, 1903.
I am Purification . . . and this is my story. . .


10th September, 1921

It is the first time I met him. He stares through my eyes with so much passion and love. I don't know but there's something in the way he looks into my eyes that captivates my heart. As he holds and kisses my hands, I sense something that rushes through my vein, but I don't know what. I just can't explain. We simply talk the whole night until dawn unmindful of the presence of others. We laugh with our jokes, show compassion and sympathize on how we struggle for survival in life. In just a blink of an eye, we found out that we play the same music in life. Out of the blue, our stories intertwine. We both know that from the very beginning, when our eyes first met, that my heart belongs to him and his belongs to mine. There's just something in our eyes that electrifies our souls.
Alberto, I don't know how to thank God that I finally found you. . .
You complete the missing lyrics of my unfinished song. . .


10th September, 1923

This is the day that every woman has been waiting for, the day of being united with the man you love, being united as one in the eyes of God and in the eyes of Law.
I am wearing a richly figured dress, a silk embroidered with gold and silver thread, with a high heeled ribbon stiletto. But as I stroll through the red carpet aisle, I could only see people and space . . . space and people.
From the outside of the cathedral, leaves fall slowly from trees. Fall without wind. Autumn dusk in the midst of Summer. Morning seems to be nearly sunset. Late afternoon. Cold.

I can’t stop my tears from falling unto my cheeks as I desperately wish that the man at the end of this aisle would be the man I always dream to be with for the rest of my life.
Perhaps, it's all just a wish. . .


10th September, 1986

I can barely move my body now. Even my lips can hardly move just utter a single word. I'm just laying on my bed, unconscious, closed eyes yet with an open and sensitive ears listening to people around me.
Suddenly, I feel a familiar caress of someone. A sweet caress who relieves my sadness as he holds me in my darkness. My heart quivers as the warmth of his palms connects to mine. His fieriness, passionate, and tender embrace lingers on my mind as his lips touches mine in the midst of my sweetest sleep of night.
Unconsciously, tears keep falling from the window of my soul- tears neither of shattered dreams nor of broken vows, rather tears of bliss- as he whispers his words unto my ears. . .
“We didn't have so much time in each others arms. . . yet, we both know that we have and we'll have each other here in our hearts forever. . .
. . . You can let go now. . .”
All of a sudden, I lay on something I don't know what, whom the maker of it doesn't need it, and the owner of it doesn't want to use it.