It Could Have Been a Love Story (Part 1)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Was it really friendship? Migi thinks that it's more than that.

Oh yeah, it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED that you listen to "White Love Story - As One" while reading this. It'll help set the mood. That's the OST of the Korean Drama Coffee Prince, by the way. Enjoy. :)

Submitted: April 29, 2010

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It Could Have Been a Love Story
Withdrawing his blank stare from the framed picture on the wall in front of him, Migi cast a glance at the clock sitting on the mantelpiece over the fireplace. It was still an hour before the celebration, and he decided to take his chances. He took out his laptop from its case, turned it on and opened a word processor. He started typing like crazy, and composed a whole paragraph in the span of a few minutes.
His gaze went up once again to the clock. There was still plenty of time.
Dearest Elora,
I remember that day vividly as if it were only yesterday. The day I met you, the girl who changed my life. I was fourteen back then, on going fifteen. Your mere memory brings sweetness to my soul. Your pure, sparkling violet-blue eyes, dark soot lashes, porcelain skin and your red, pillow-soft lips. You were the most beautiful girl that ever existed. In my eyes, at least. And that’s saying something, since I am known for being a player. I had broken the most number of hearts than anyone on my junior high school campus, counting even the school’s king, Alex Weller. Yes; I, the player, Migi Sterling, have found my match in you.
You have no idea how completely you took my breath away, my dear. There was just something in you that weren’t in any of the other girls I’ve dated before. You were different from all of them; I felt that in my heart the moment I saw you.
“Oy, Sterling, the limousine won’t wait forever.”
Miguel Sterling looked up from his laptop and at Alex Weller, who was fastening his necktie as he came down from a flight of steps. Migi had spent the previous hour staring at her portrait which hung on the wall in front of the thickset armchair he was sitting on as he waited for the tall and egotistical king of Brocklehurst Academy, now the chairman of the school board, to get ready. He folded the top back and put it carefully inside its case.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
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It was December 13th, seven years ago. Christmas was just around the corner, and my little sister Kaylee got into an accident. She fell off from the top of the Christmas tree she was decorating in the living room and dislocated her elbow. The doctor had her stay at the hospital for a week, and I went to see her everyday after school. It happened there at the hospital, remember? The moment we met was the most amazing encounter I ever had in my life.
Migi adjusted his glasses and sighed as he heard his cell phone ring for the nth time that day. He grabbed the gadget and flicked the top open, and close again. The ringing stopped. Kaylee Sterling, Migi’s little sister, put her book down and gave him a questioning look.
“Who was that?”
Migi flashed her a mischievous smile. “Ah, that was just one of my adoring kittens.”
Kaylee sighed. “Can’t you stop being a player, Migi?”
“They are the ones who approach me, after all.” Migi said nonchalantly. “They have the right to approach me. This is a free country.”
“Whatever.”
The door to Kaylee’s hospital room swung open, then close. A girl about Migi’s age entered, holding aloft a silver tray, a cheerful smile plastered on her face. Her violet-blue eyes sparkled, and she looked perfectly happy. She was wearing a yellow parka and a cream miniskirt, which displayed her legs wonderfully. Kaylee smiled at the visitor.
“It’s nice to see you, Elora.”
The girl put the tray on Kaylee’s bedside table and inquired after the invalid’s health.
“She’s fine.” Migi said breezily, though his heart was beating hard in his chest. He fixed his eyes on the girl’s fair legs. “She needs to rest, though.”
“Migi!” Kaylee warned.
He withdrew his eyes from the girl’s legs. “What?”
She gave him a you-know-what-I-mean look, and Migi sighed in defeat.
“I take it that you are Kaylee’s elder brother?” the girl asked.
“Um. He’s Migi Sterling. He goes to Brocklehurst Academy.” Kaylee intervened as Migi opened his mouth to answer.
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Sterling.” The girl made a bow. “I am Elora Marielle Darcy. I used to go to Aiden Junior High School.”
Migi gave her a puzzled look. “Used to?”
“It’s a long story.” Elora said hastily, looking out the window which showed the sun setting over the horizon. He caught a hint of sadness cross her face, but the shadow cleared and soon she was as smiley as she was before.
“Maybe sometime you’ll have the time to listen to me.” She grinned.
“Thank you for bringing my meal today, Elora. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” Kaylee interrupted. Migi was on the verge of asking something, but he just closed his mouth and remained silent.
Elora waved off Kaylee’s thanks and smile even more brightly. “It’s nothing. I’ll be back tomorrow to bring your breakfast.”
With that, she turned and left the room.
“Elora has cancer.” Kaylee said after a few moments of silence. Migi turned to look at her.
“She has been diagnosed with it when she was twelve.”
As Migi opened his mouth to voice out his thoughts, Kaylee waved away the sad topic and turned to her dinner.
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That was how I met you. You were the most timid and sweet girl I had ever beheld. Plus you had great legs, which was the thing that attracted me to women. I had a fetish for beautiful legs back when I was in junior high, as I had admitted to you one night. I was the player, after all. But that was before you changed my life and perspective.
I continued seeing you at the hospital for so many days following our acquaintance, but I never really talked to you. We passed each other by in the hallways without a word. Yet, unknown to you, I watched your every move. I studied your smallest movements just like I observed my opponent’s in a game of tennis. And as luck would have it, a few days after I had met you in Kaylee’s hospital room, I finally mustered up the courage to talk to you. I admit, even though I’m the ladies’ man, I was afraid of conversing with you, because you were different. You were unpredictable.
A few days after that, as Migi went again to the hospital to see Kaylee, he found Elora happily talking to a crippled girl in a wheelchair by the nurse’s station.
“Miss Darcy.” He said as a way of greeting her. Elora turned her violet-blue eyes on Migi and smiled.
“Mr. Sterling.” She said.
“I didn’t know you care for the people in this hospital. Aren’t you one of its invalids?” Migi asked.
Her eyes flickered, and she flashed him an even bigger smile. “I am. But I don’t want to waste my time lolling around in my bed all day. I figured I should do something which would be of benefit to others, and to myself.”
Migi smirked.
“Mr. Sterling seems a bit idle.” Elora stood up from her crouched position and took hold of the wheelchair’s handles.
“Nah. I have to go see at least six girls this weekend.” Migi sighed. Elora chuckled.
“You’re a real head-turner then.”
“Well… that would be flattering me.” Migi said.
“I think not.” Elora then started to push the wheelchair. Migi walked by her side. “Would you like to go back to your room now, Cherry?”
The sickly girl sitting on the wheelchair nodded. Elora made a turn and wheeled her into her room where a nurse was waiting for her.
“Thanks for taking Cherry out for a walk while I fixed her room, Elora. You’re such a big help.” The nurse took the wheelchair from Elora and carried the child to her hospital bed.
“No problem.”
The nurse gave Elora a sly look as she eyed Migi up and down.
“Is he your boyfriend?” she asked candidly.
Elora blushed. “Oh no, he’s Mr. Sterling, Kaylee Sterling’s elder brother.”
“Call me Migi.” Migi said as he smiled.
“Migi. Migi Sterling. I’ll keep that name in mind.” The nurse winked at him.
At that moment, despite his “freshness” with girls, Migi felt nauseated. Elora sensed his uneasiness.
“Should we go out for air, Mr. Sterling?”
“Capital. That would be absolutely lovely.”
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“This feels better.” Migi took in a lungful of air and sat on the concrete bench. Elora watched him sadly as he stretched his arms. She had taken Migi to the rooftop park of the hospital building, her favorite haunt in the hospital.
“Is something the matter, Miss Darcy?” Migi noticed her faraway look and looked concerned.
“It’s nothing. And please just call me Elora. Or Lora, if you would prefer.” She waved off his concern, and her face lit up once again with a smile.
“And call me Migi.”
She just smiled, and stared up at the sky while sitting on the concrete bench which was opposite the one Migi was sitting on. Migi gazed at her thoughtfully. He put his hand beside his lap on the concrete bench, and instead of feeling its rough surface, he felt a leather-bound book instead. He picked it up and turned it over. It was someone’s Bible.
“Ah, that is mine.” Elora suddenly spoke up when she saw Migi staring at her Bible. He handed her back the book.
“You read the Bible?” Migi asked her as she put the book on her lap. Elora nodded.
“I always do. I love reading it up here where it’s quiet. It helps me cope with living everyday. And with… cancer.” She said. Migi didn’t look surprised.
“Kaylee told you, didn’t she?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s good. That’ll spare me the effort, then.” Elora smiled.
“So… you said that the Bible helps you cope with your disease?” Migi asked.
“Uh-huh. It gives me strength for each new day. And it helped me accept the fact that I’m going to die soon.”
Migi only stared at her.
“Death is a fact of life that nobody could avoid.” Elora said, swinging her legs to and fro from the bench. “All of us will surely die someday.”
“I suppose that is true.” Migi said, and also smiled. Elora smiled even more brightly.
“I always loved being here in the rooftop park. The air here is fresh, and I get to be alone since no one really comes up here.” She took a deep breath and sighed happily. Migi chuckled.
“You liked being alone much, don’t you?”
“Not really. I just wanted to be alone when I’m reading the Bible and reflecting on it.”
“I see.” Migi’s eyes went from Elora’s face to her legs. “But I’m sure, with your looks and charm, a lot of guys chase after you.”
Elora blushed. “You flatter me too much, Migi. No one even looks my way twice, and I’m contented with just that.” She seemed to have noticed where his gaze went off to, and started pulling her skirt down.
“I do not believe in flattery.” Migi chuckled again, amused.
Elora stood up and walked over to a bed of rosemary bushes and sniffed them. “But I do not deserve those words. And Migi, I’m not really good at flirting.”
Her candid remark shocked Migi, but he made a good recovery in time. He laughed and also stood up. “You’re one interesting girl, aren’t you?” he paused for a while. “Oh hey, since you’re one special girl, if you don’t have a girl’s-night-out on Friday, I was wondering if you’d let me bring you someplace special. As friends, I mean.”
Elora stood up from her crouching position. “I don’t have any friends.”
This took Migi by surprise. “No friends? That’s quite impossible. Everyone has friends.”
Elora shook her head and smiled sadly. “If I ever had any, I lost them. They shied away when I started chemotherapy sessions and stopped attending school. None of them visited me here.”
Migi couldn’t help notice a tear escape from her violet-blue eyes. She wiped it away with a hand quickly and turned back to him and smiled. “But it must be nice to have friends who are there for you until the end, right?”
“Yes.”
Elora smiled. “I’ll go with you if I won’t be doing anything on Friday night.”
Migi gave a small smile and nodded.
“I’ll see you in four days, then.”
It was at that moment, that moment back up the hospital rooftop when I felt myself wanting to protect you. You seemed fragile like glass that if handled carelessly will easily break. You have been through a lot already, and the least thing I could do was to keep you from getting hurt.And I was just determined to do that, though I had absolutely no idea on why I was drawn to you like you were a fragrant flower attracting a bee. Perhaps it was out of pity for your condition. Or because I hated seeing girls cry. Whatever my reason was, I had no idea of it at the time.
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Kaylee adjusted the covers around her as Migi entered the hospital room.
“Hey Kaylee. Is your arm feeling better?” Migi asked as he took his usual place on the chair by Kaylee’s bedside. She inserted her bookmark in her book and put it on top of the bedside table.
“Miguel.” She said in a serious tone. Migi was taken by surprise. Kaylee never calls him by his real name unless she was really serious.
“Anything the matter?” he asked.
She closed her eyes, and opened them again. “What’s up with you and Elora?”
Migi feigned surprise. “Pardon?”
“You know what I mean. Like I didn’t see you two talking by the nurse’s station earlier.” Kaylee took a deep breath. “Migi, if you plan on playing with that poor girl’s heart, don’t even think of doing so.”
Migi laughed. “Who said I’m targeting her? Whatever is on your mind is improbable. But it may pertain to a hotter girl.” He waggled his eyebrows and continued laughing.
Kaylee looked unconvinced. “Migi, you don’t just approach girls to chit-chat. I know you too well. I’m your little sister, if you’re somewhat forgetting that fact.”
Migi stopped laughing and held his sister’s hand firmly. “Relax, Kaylee. I only want to be friends with her. That’s that.”
Kaylee picked up her book and recommenced reading. “I do hope that you’re telling the truth, Migi.”
“Of course. I may be smooth with the ladies, but I always mean what I say.”
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End of Part 1.


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