Hmmm... something I cooked up while I was writing for my school's 
newspaper. Care to guess who I'm implying here???? ^_^ 


Introspection


	The young man lay there on the rooftops, staring at the tranquil 
heavens before him. It was just after sunset, the sun sinking below the 
horizon, gleaming brilliantly as it sank into the depths, giving way to 
the darkness that would follow the light. The stars were just coming out, 
shining brightly like jewels set upon the velvet of the skies. 
	Far above him, the moon shone brilliantly as well, illuminating the 
heavens with its pale glow. The weather was slowly cooling, the ground 
radiating back the heat it had absorbed during the day. A soft wind blew, 
rustling the leaves scattered across the rooftop.
	The young man sighed, his thoughts too far away to notice the 
grandiose view set before him by Mother Nature. Not that he could be 
blamed for it. People with problems tend to ignore things around them, a 
probable cause for accidents and stuff. He felt terribly lonely. His 
girlfriend had broken up with him after an argument they had just this 
morning. He'd skipped class because of that. Probably missed a discussion 
or two. Not really a problem, save for the breaking-up bit. 
	Who would have thought she'd get pissed enough that she'd actually 
break up with him? He idly wondered if it was _that_ time of the month 
for her. She acted like it. 
	He berated himself, wishing he'd done the right thing and just shut 
up. Just maybe, she wouldn't have broken up with him. If there was one 
thing he hated the most in a relationship, it was those little problems 
that kept creeping up, one after another. She never used to be too 
suspicious of him. Heck! she never complained back then, before they got 
together, when some of the women flirted with him every so often. Back 
then, they were the best of buddies. 
	Friends forever, they had promised one another, sealing the promise 
with their pinkies linked together. A childish oath, but an oath 
nonetheless. 
	And now, after ten years, they broke up. 
	A part of him wondered just what the heck he said that pissed her 
off so much that she actually slapped him like that. It had hurt. One was 
enough. Two would have been painful. More than that was... well... it 
spoke of certain things -- all of it bad.
	She even punched him in the gut after that. 
	The physical pain was bearable. It was the mental one that bothered 
him. Thinking back, he could not think of anything that could have made 
her angry like that. Something nagged at him, prompting him to go after 
her and say something in his defense. The problem was, he was at a loss 
for what to say. 
	He had never been good with words. Never could say the right thing, 
even if his life depended on it. He had his faults -- quite a lot, 
actually -- but she loved him. Well, considering he got dumped... 
	He stared back at the stars, eyeing them like they could provide 
him with the answers he sought. He marveled at the simple beauty spread 
before him. No mortal hand could have drafted such a scene without a 
hefty sacrifice of something important -- probably sell his soul to the 
devil or something to that effect.
	Once again, he wondered what to do with his dilemma. 
	There were quite a few things he could do. Problem was, he was more 
likely to botch them up than anything else. He couldn’t ask her out for a 
date right now. He was damn broke for one thing. Besides, he doubted if 
she'd be in any mood to go out if she was indeed suffering from that time 
of the month women seemed to suffer from. 
	*So what now?* he thought.
	With the news of their break-up spreading across school like 
wildfire, many of the others would be celebrating right about now. Sure, 
he could admit it to himself, his ex-girlfriend -- it hurt just saying 
that -- was pretty unique. 
	She had a simple beauty about her that lent an air of mystery to 
her: long flowing hair that shone like the sun; gentle sapphire eyes that 
held an intelligence to match anyone's. Indeed, she was quite a catch. 
	*So why was he letting her go so easily?* he asked himself that 
stupid question. 
	He was afraid. Simple as that. 
	He closed his eyes for a moment, a dozen scenarios playing through 
his mind with the speed of light. 
	*So what now?* he asked himself glumly. 
	He could not afford to let her go. She was more than just his 
girlfriend and confidante. He felt complete with her. Like a soulmate, 
only better. Much, much better.
	He opened his eyes, propping his arms behind him as he sat up. He 
stared at the heavens once more for a while, a smile on his face. Moments 
later, he went back into his room to change into something other than his 
soiled clothes.
	After all, he was going to meet the goddess of his existence, was 
he not?? 

End.
	
	
Okay. So its short. I can't really write it in its 10 page concept. I had 
to shorten it a lot. But it worked. Better than expected really. 

More notes [and shameless plug]
	Anyone want to pre-read Angel's Chronicles??? The last part is 
extremely hopefully nearly complete. It's the very end of the story. The 
only ones I could still remember would be SKJAM, Mr. Cadwagan, and 
LaShawn... now happily married.... ^_^ 
	Any takers, send me a private email. 
	And... if you want the older parts, visit my... err... our webpage. 
The revised chapters won't be out until I can iron them all out 
completely.... ^_^



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       RADLER 
 Nikholas F. Toledo Zu 
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Wings of my angel,
Shelter me in your faith.
In you, I find my soul.
In me, I find your love.
We are one, forever more. 

Personal Email Addy: makoto@smarqweb.com ; radler@tri-isys.com