What does true love mean? Lately, it’s
been the question replaying in Serena’s head. She knows she is in love or was
or not sure anymore. You see, the reason Serena is questioning herself is that;
she recently found a mysterious text on David’s phone, from a girl. Up until
few days ago, she believed that he was “the one” and she was his. Heck, she was
even expecting him to pop the question in the near future. But now her dream of
marrying is now at the verge of vanishing. She blows her newly trimmed bangs
from her face as she rolls out of her bed to get ready for work. I mean is it
fair to automatically accuse him of such a big crime with just one text? She
thought.
“If you think he is cheating then, he is
cheating,” her roommate, Jenna, claimed.
“But he is not the cheating type, you
know, he is not like and all of our friends know that. Ugh it’s just so
confusing,” Serena mumbled.
“I know it’s hard but just leave him,
besides, what does that rat eating asshole think he is. All men are cheating
bastards, period.” Jenna would know, as she is the one with list of exes.
“I just want to talk to him. My heart
tells me that there is something I am misunderstanding. But at the same time, I
want to rip that girl’s head off, I want to talk to her first though,” Serena
said in mixed emotion.
After few hours of asking around, Serena
finally got a number.
“Hello, is this Padma?” Serena hesitated.
“Yeah, who is this?” Padma replied.
“You’re David’s girlfriend right?” Serena
questioned in a demanding manner.
“What?! No, I have a boyfriend and David
and I are just friends,” Padma exclaimed.
“Well that’s not what your text says,”
Serena claimed now in an angry tone.
“Oh… that text.... Well, before you go on
any further pointing fingers, did you see my following texts about how it was
sent to him by an accident and did you see how many times I apologized?” Padma
wasn’t about to take any accusation.
Serena in fact, didn’t see the following
text, she had seen the text only seen the first text. In shame, she quickly
hangs up the phone. She knew she was right about David; he wouldn’t do such a
thing. All the sudden, in the midst of imagining seeing David, she remembered
leaving a drunken voicemail last night. She jumped up in hurry and put on
whatever was the closest to her and busted out of the door in lightening speed.
While running to David’s house, she got a call from Alex, her perverted
coworker, from the hospital.
“What Alex? I don’t have time for your
dirty jokes right now, so whatever it is make is fast,” Serena said in
annoyance.
“Come to the hospital now,” Alex said in a
traumatic tone.
“Can’t you get some of the interns to do
whatever it is?” Serena asked.
There was a long silence and then a big
exhale, and finally he said in a nervous tone, “I am serious, I can’t tell you
over the phone, just get here right now….”
Serena could feel it, she could feel that
something is wrong, she couldn’t figure out what though. At last it struck to
her, Alex was the one who introduced her to David.
Reflection
During workshop, I received feedback
that I should work on adding more credibility points. I have personally decided
to work on taking away descriptions and substituting it with analysis because I
realize that I am telling my story, not showing. I feel like this first draft
doesn’t include majority of the writing styles we’ve been learning for the past
few months. I have some writing elements such as thoughts and dialogues, but I
want to enrich my story with metaphors, sensory details, and bunch of
credibility points to the point where this piece becomes somewhat similar to my
memoir into fiction piece.
