Night Market

“Night Market” by Marian Geadeth L. Solis, taken on September 15, 2017


“Cradle” by Marian Geadeth L. Solis, taken on May 2017

Does it look creepy? For me, it’s not.

A few years ago when I was still a student of this school, I used to stay here during my free time, lunch and even when I’m waiting for my service to fetch me. This four-seating table saw me grew up, and before it looked like this, those two trees were not green – they only have few leaves, enough to give me some shade and sun to give me some light while reading or writing.

It saw me cried when I broke my heart over my first love. It was when I thought our feelings were mutual, turned out that I’m the only one who had romantic feelings for him.

It saw me gained and left by friends. This is where we hang out, shared some secrets, ate together, had fights and talk nonsense.

It saw me broken. When I lost my diary somewhere near the field, only to find my precious notes scattered on the ground, flying and drawn with stupid things. I saw these girls left the place, looking at me like they didn’t know it was mine that they ruined. I still hate them for doing that to me.

It saw me left. After graduation, before my family and I left the school, I went to this place once again. I closed my eyes and felt every emotion that it absorbed from me through the ages.

Only the words thank you came out of my lips.