Currently on hiatus until my other story Not Once But Twice is almost complete. This will also undergo minor revisions mainly on grammar and diction.

The Album: A Work of Destiny


Destiny... I've always heard this word from different people. Though I was not really sure if it does exist. What about you? Do you believe in destiny? Well, I used to believe that destiny is just a word humans made out of fo their creative minds. For me it's just a state of mind... or a fleeting moment. Not until an enormously surprising turn of events happened in my life.

I know what you're thinking. And, as cheesy as it may sound, it's only through love that I began to realize destiny does exist. Okay let's look right back to the time where this fuss about destiny thing started.

October 1997

Two teenagers, a boy and a girl, the latter looks younger than the former, stroll along the pathway -landscaped with garden roses -leading the way to what looked like a park. The two seemed to be having a serious conversation as seen with the tight expression on their faces. They sat themselves as they reached a bench facing a little lake. At their back, not very far from where they are comfortably seated, is a facade of a building. Judging from the uniform they're wearing, it's a school building. So, they're students chatting away their free time.

"I think it is better this way," said the boy. Placing his hands at the back of his head and straddling his legs as he leaned to the backrest of the bench.

He continued, "We'll discover the people who'll love us not for what they don't know we have. But for what they really feel for us."

The girl, gazing at the garden's enticingly, fully-blossomed flowers just right behind their back, turned in to face her older brother. She shifted her position, dropping one leg raised on the bench. So, she is now sitting properly but with one arm remained spread across the top of the backrest. She retorted, "I don't know... you're the smartest among us three. I'm hoping you're right."

She gave him a wry smile, and he furrowed his brows, "Shut up!"

"What?" she defended herself putting one hand on his shoulder, "I didn't mean it sarcastically, you know."

He straightened his sit, eyeing his sister apologetically, "I know."

He broke his stare from his little sister to the lake, noticing a couple -also in their teens- sitting under a tree just beside the lake. They seemed to be whispering sweet nothings and cuddling on each other, so we could just assume that these youngsters are an item. In the middle of the lake was a middle-aged man in a canoe, fishing. Of course, you couldn't see any students fishing or riding a boat in that lake because they weren't allowed to. The man was probably one of the academy caretakers taking a time off, perhaps.

"I'm sorry. It's just that it reminds me how duller our lives became whenever someone calls me that and the synonyms," he murmured.

"Right, but I'm pretty sure you know exactly that you don't have to tell me that. We share the same life, in case you forgot, dear brother," she quipped.

He rolled his eyes in a quick reply, "Yeah, yeah... whatever!"

The boy brought his attention to his strap bag. Zipping it open, he grabbed something inside which looked like a box, tucking it between his right underarm and upper arm to hold it. His sister watchfully observed what he was doing. He carefully closed the bag and took the box with his free hand. He placed it on his lap and gently rested both of his palms on top of it, he began, "This is a very important part of my life and I don't know what will happen if I lose it."

His sister had a confused look on her face. She already knows that, for the intricate care she had seen her brother has been giving it since the time he started using the item. It has always been covered with plastic and each month the plastic was changed to maintain its neatness. Apart from that, it's protectively enclosed by a black leather box. He always places it on his bag when he leaves home and tucks it under his pillow when he sleeps. So to say that it is a very important part of his life is actually an understatement -it's basically his life. So what is he trying to tell her now?

"I don't understand. Could you get to the point?" her tone perplexed.

Heaving a big sigh, he spoke sadly, "Okay... uh..."

He made another quick low sigh, "I believe in serendipity. So... I'm leaving this thing… " The black leather box remained unopened but they were certainly talking about what's inside, "… right here in this bench. And... and whoever gets this and returns it to me... that person will be my destined partner in life."

The girl flashed incredulity in her countenance. "Are you sure about this? I mean... this is your life," pointing one index finger to the box still resting on his lap.

"I know."

"What if the person who gets this doesn't return it?" she worried, "This is a very precious collection for a guy, and they wouldn't find most of it from here."

"Then I'm not meant to find my one true love," he muttered in sorrow.

For a moment she didn't say anything in reply, not just yet. She's thinking of what to say that could change his mind. For girls, who mostly only care about being pretty and noticed by their high school crush losing a stupendously vast collection like that may mean getting just a passing grade of 75. But to guys, it's like losing a limb. So she tried on thinking of a reason, yet thought of none.

She finally gave up thinking and broke the silence, "Well... it sure is dumb for a smart guy to leave romance up to serendipity -very illogical- if that thing is even true."

Amazed, he asked, "Why you don't believe in destiny?"

"Of course I do. I just didn't realize you do as well. Your reasons and actions are pretty much based on logic, as I have always observed," she said dryly.

He pasted a smirk on his face and snorted, "Well for a thirteen year old, you're too intelligent to be talking about stuffs like logic, aren't you?"

"No! I was just saying that you're a very logical person. I'm not discussing logic," she hesitated in a glare.

"You're still talking about logic by concrete example," he quipped.

She blew her silky straight ebony bang with the release of air from her mouth as she threw her hands up in the air in surrender, "Hah, whatever!"

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders shaking her. "Oh! Little sister. Don't be mad. There is no denying your brilliance. You're a Zamora." His sister didn't bother to make a reply; she just shrugged the comment off and protruded a smirk right after. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her rocking. He pulled back an arm still wrapped around her shoulders as they rose up from the bench and started the pathway they previously trailed off.

Moments later, after the siblings completely disappeared, a sound of footsteps saunters down the bench, and a hand picks up something. It was the box.