The Mover: Episode I

He could feel the strong wind following the contours of his face while it was blowing from his right. The smell of the air was refreshing, very different from the city streets below. The light was as if trying to break through the clouds and he felt some of the sun’s rays emanating his cheeks while the dead leaves of the trees behind him were falling to the ground. He was right there; literally standing on the edge and the sight across was a majestic afternoon view of the entire city.

But he did not even notice one single spark of beauty that was surrounding him. All he thought of was the heavy feeling that was burdening. He had been keeping it inside for a while and the pain was excruciating. It was like as if a million needles were pricking his heart while slowly crushing it like a grape. It felt unbearable and he thought of nothing else but that and jumping off the cliff.

For a brief moment, he took a peek to make sure what was down below. When he was satisfied that it was a pool of limestone—he turned around, his back facing the city. He stood still and saw the trees flutter vigorously as the wind continued to pass by. It was the same as what he felt—a continued wave of sorrow that shook his insides. For the first time, he was certain—he wanted to end his life. He took a deep breath, lifted his arms just a little, and with the final decision—shifted his weight backward.

At that very moment, his vision did not go blur with speed. It was as if his world suddenly went into slow motion, slow enough to the point that he could see with vivid detail the jagged surface of the rock face while it slowly became taller and taller. It gave him time to think—to think about what had happened. He remembered at that time every event, every emotion, everything that led him to his demise.

His name was Ian and it was his first day in college when he woke up with an excited feeling. He was thrilled to be in a new environment after spending four dull years in high school. He was taking up medical technology in a school that had its own functioning hospital. The school was one of the best medical schools in the city and it was also where his mother earned her medical degree. One can even say that he was following his mother’s footsteps in becoming a great doctor.

He had a few friends that also went to that same school, including his best friend, Henry. Henry was the type of guy you typically would want to avoid. He was weird at times, talked enthusiastically about things you never would be interested in, and he was annoying. But one of the main things that made people stay away from him especially the girls was because he was a pervert—of the worst kind.

Ian didn’t even remember how they ended up to be the best of friends. He was not a pervert like him; he was actually quite the shy character. People found him to be a quiet person, but very smart and witty. But Ian knows that he did not befriended Henry just because he pitied him, that Henry would have a hard time finding company if he didn’t. Maybe there was just one thing that they had in common that he didn’t notice.

But there was one girl—just one girl that not even Henry dared to fantasize about. Not because she was hideous or anything, she was in fact very beautiful. Every boy in their high school seemed to have a crush on her, but nobody dared to confess, including Ian. She was very kind to everybody but there was just one fact about her that made her seem—unreachable. But to Ian, it didn’t really matter. He was just contented if ever he could have the chance to stare at her.

Her name was Ava and Ian looked down at the floor when he saw her walking in the opposite direction. He knew that she would greet him a good morning if ever she got close and he was worried that his voice would tremble if he greeted back. So he slowed his pace hoping that she would enter one of the classrooms to his left before they get past one another.

And she did, but the problem was, it was the same room that he was heading to. He was suddenly filled with mixed feelings. Happy because they were classmates and that he can finally have that rare chance to stare at her, appreciating her beauty for as long as he would want, but nervous because he might do something stupid in that particular class.

When Ian entered the room, he saw a few familiar faces. Ava was talking with her friends in one side of the room, he assumed that they were talking about how their summer was or how they have been doing, but he didn’t really care. It was just intuitive of him to assume things when he sees them. He deliberately seated himself just a few rows behind where Ava was seated so he could get a good view of her.

“Ian!” he heard somebody yell. He looked around the room to see who it was and finally saw Henry by the door. “Trying to get a good view eh?” he said grinning while walking towards him.

Everybody in the room heard what he said and turned their heads to both of them, including Ava and her friends. Ian felt embarrassed and it was as though he shrunk at that moment.

“Oh don’t worry,” he said smiling as if to reassure him, “they don’t really know what I’m talking about.” but it didn’t really help at all.

Henry sat down on the chair next to Ian and just a few moments later, their instructor finally arrived. Ian felt a little bit relieved that Henry won’t have the chance to do more damage—well not until the end of the subject at least, or when the instructor calls in a short break or something.

“Good morning class!” she announced with a very excited voice, “It’s always nice to see fresh new faces every year!” she smiled.

The Mover Episodes

Preview

Episode I

Episode II

Episode III

Episode IV

Episode V

Episode VI

Episode VII

Episode VIII

Episode IX

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