Hangouts

Synopsis:

Coloured and dark. Dying and the living. Two lives intertwine through social media. Will it be an exchange? 

River, terminally ill, an active motivational speaker meets the love of his life as he waits for his final call. Adrienne, a complete physical opposite, lives across the pacific finds her fragile heart strong enough to take another series of pain and trauma. Will her darkness swallow his spirit or will his light drain her pain? Who gets to say when love becomes wrong or right? Who gets to say how love should be done? When risks are taken, they are not taken in small steps but leaps.

Living an alternate life apart from the reality they are in they found a life that revolves around endless conversations, phonecalls, entirely dependent on electronic devices, the internet and their heart for each other. When the light goes out, will these two souls still find each other?

A story without specific beginning, and so it shall have no ending... 

PART 1

"Love you" His words more confusing than her own life but that gave her the much needed peace. Slowly he became her sense of solace while she became his hope. Whether life was beginning to be a lie, for these two it was the only truth left. "I love you back..." Her words became is light of joy when he felt he's lost it all, when time barely hangs on to his lungs he's found the reason to stick around. For how long is another question.

HER:

His voice was chilling I can almost taste his lips on mine. I breathe heavily as I sink in to his core and my strength began to shatter before his eyes. My guards down, he had all of me. With the heaviness of his touch I could barely feel my weight, I was light as feather. He lifted my soul while he traced my skin with his words of how much he desired that very moment. As we moved in the darkness, our souls shared a drink that would unite us to eternity. 

"You're awesome." "And you are amazing and lovely in every way." 

Offline...

Exchanging such emotion left me speechless. All night I stayed up thinking to myself what had happened, and how. But I had that faint smile on my face that only River could cause. No ones ever reached the core of my soul that way. Not even the man I have given my life to. Such confusion drowned my mind and I felt fear, but a beautiful kind of fear. I believed there was such thing as this without a name or a description. Then now I have once again trapped myself in this mystery but I am not puzzled. I knew my heart could take in a little bit more pain, a little bit more adventure, a little bit of fear and a little bit of him. But River has given his all.

River, born in Mississippi, now in the cold of Oregon had it bad. His dark past unravelled before the crowd of people hungry for hope. His spirit had been crushed and soul dried up. Ran around barefooted he felt no peace and no point to even try living. The scars and the wounds of his heart had been dugged up and burried too many times to feed into others' needs. Nothing was left for him until he had to surrender. Into the shadows he bit the dust but in a flash everything had meaning. He was meant for something bigger than himself. River ran the track, he was fast, he was tall, he was in perfect form. Such a beautiful man in the making now spends his days hovering on a wheelchair. He had an olive skin, with drawings of his life story. Counting his days now, he remains resilient. There are days he could barely breathe, unable to run. In pain, unable to last a day. His moments are numbered, least what doctors say. But he's full of life, joyous more than I. Every second counts that he lives to give light to someone's dark soul. His heart is beautiful but with void. 

Like the crowds people, I adored his charm and how inspiring he was. Then I found something online that drew my interest. He said he could never date or be with anyone no more because he thought he will just end up giving them pain. But being a believer of love, I took a step to confront the thought. Love is a gift I said and whoever that person would be, will accept the pain that goes with loving him and beat the odds. 

Every day since then, loving him was wreckless of me. Every day is a question mark, will he ever call again? Every day became a guessing game of when and what time and how will I hear from him. Every day became a battle of faith and fear. Like a fish out of water, I could barely breathe. I'd skip a heartbeat when my phone begins to register his name. I'd grab that auspicious second to respond and beg to hear his voice and know he's alright. Its a beautiful pain that I have to carry and I wouldn't have it any other way. 

HIM:

She breathes smoke that hypnotized my sanity. Her cherry lips drenched my soul and quenched every aching muscle. I couldn't hold back, the sight of her sillhouette before me unleashed my every desire. I felt it in my bones, her voice burnt my skin and the steam of her cry filled the room. I am in awe of how magically my veins drew blood once again. I surrendered in her spell and from the dust where I stood she pulled me out. I don't quite understand how but she released the chains that built blood in my throat. I was tired, but I desired her more. 

 "You're awesome." "And you are amazing and lovely in every way."

Offline...

She's everything I ever wanted. Questioning how guilt will eventually creep up my shoulders, I couldn't let go of this one beautiful thing. She made me feel alive in my already dead body. Everyone wanted my stories, my inspiring messages and my encouragement. She wanted none of it, she wanted me. While everyone accepted my defeat, she wouldn't give in. But I see myself as her miracle. I wanted to light up her darkening soul. I wanted to walk her through her pain and help her see herself as I see her. Let her see the light as I see it. 

Addie, trapped in her long distance marriage had it going. A life full of color, busy, active, full of adventure--I don't even know how she managed to have time to make me a part of her day. Adored by many, an absolute charm. Damn she really got me, caught me by surprise. But she's not an exemption to life's harsh outbreaks. She had everything but never had anything that seem to have found deeper meaning in her life. Never satisfied, always in search or somethign her life could not give. Not material things but meaning. She wanted it to matter, live each day like its the last, with no regrets. No remorse to the risks she's taken despite running over sensible support she has received. Her life was hers. Yet shes in constant search for "something" that she may not find in me. Why do I even matter to her when she's got 

For a moment she was mine. I never thought it would ever be. But when our soul intertwined, she is forever mine. Before I slip into the deep end, alas the current of her selfless risk drew my heart in. She's in for some real deep agony, but her fire is not something to look passed. She's the beautiful light I would allow my self to burn into. I sleep with the thoughts of her, will I wake up to see her face again? But then an excitement builds up that there's a possibility for me to find her and watch over her.

Sometimes I'm too weak. Too weak to even raise a finger to tap the button call her on chat--the only thing we ever rely on. The thought of her drowned my weakness and I feel revived. 

HER:

I waited for the call that never came... I'm still waiting...

Seconds seem longer and hours felt like days. Waiting is not the best thing though they say, good things come to those who wait. The only good thing to me is only when I hear his laughter. Like a fish out of water, it scares me everytime I don't hear from him... Will I ever hear from him, is he okay... and I'm still waiting...

The band around my finger seem to constantly remind me that I have another life I need to focus on, another future that I'm suppose to be preparing for. But then it also reminds me of someone that could have had the same fate as mine, that maybe I can share a little bit of that fate. A part of my heart, a portion of my soul.