Story of One: The First Meeting


What if you were given 365 chances to fall love.

Would you fall at the first attempt?

Or would you make 364 more mistakes before realizing that it was real the very first time around?

Chapter one: Day 1/365

We both stood with our backs against the wall amidst the scorching warm summer heat. Many faces surrounded us. Some were familiar and some were new.

What stood out amongst all the faces were the friendly smiles shared with one other as a new person came into the room. It brought comfort, a ritual that stood out among the many firsts.

The atmosphere around us was likened to that of a first day at preschool. Where a child stands uneasily by the door refusing to the let go of their mother’s hand that provided the warmth and the security.

There was tension. How could there not be? Being in a room filled with strangers is not the easiest thing to do on one’s first day.

We finally said our greetings. Our hi and hellos were left standing in the air. Things didn’t have to be complicated and as simple as that we became friends.

He was dressed in smart clothing that was formal enough to impress yet comfortable enough to wear in the weather.

He had an easy going smile which showed his aloof nature that balanced well enough with his slightly guarded demeanor. His stance however had enough air to show his confidence baring the tiniest hint of arrogance.

The atmosphere wasn’t as melodramatic as to those in the movies. Time didn’t stand still for us nor was there an audience gawking with entertainment.

It was basically what you would expect in room crowded with people, a mixture of chit chat varying from one group to another.

What happened next seemed like a blur. From the moment we took our respective seats, to the formalities being said and various orientations given. It all happened too fast. To sum things up, we were all off to a good start.

We, being to him and I, finally started working at the same institution from that moment on. On a brighter note, having been assigned to the same group, was a close proximity I welcomed with a smile.

Things suddenly made a turn and for some unsure reason, I began to fidget. A rare occurrence that totally clashed with my usual persona.

There was something about him that intrigued me. Was it his haughty nature that I wanted to get to know better? Or was it simply his outstanding looks that attracted me the most.

Despite all the uncertainties, there was one thing I was quite sure of. It was going to be one hell of a year and surely our paths would cross more often than not.

We all gathered in one table, Him, I and the rest of the group. Another round of formal introductions were done which by now was taken half heartedly. This was the nth introduction of the day. What was all the rush in getting to know each other?

Standing up after having just been seated for mere minutes meant one thing, we were done for the day. Gathering all our things, we all headed towards our exit.

If I said walking side by side with him was easy, I would probably be lying. His towering height was a mismatch to my petite frame. It took approximately 3 quick strides to match his own, a struggle of mine which he clearly saw in amusement.

He laughed. I laughed. It was something we definitely needed to get used to.

We exchanged basic questions and said all the answers to them in order to share a polite conversation.

How old was he? 27

How old was I? 25

His interest? Obviously basketball

My weakness? Dancing

And as to why he wanted to become a doctor. . . Well that was something worth left hanging.

We eventually parted ways with his back towards me. A back I would see everyday for the rest of the year.

Would he stop in his tracks and turn his back for a chance at one more goodbye? …

I smiled to myself. It was definitely something worth getting used to.

Many thoughts were now swirling in my head. Was it love at first sight or merely crazy thoughts brought about by infatuation.

Did he really turn back?

So this is a new project I just started out. It is entitled: The Story of One. Every week, I would be posting a new chapter or a new snippet that would eventually build up to one whole story. With regards to the content, it could vary with regards to your comments.

So please do feel free to write anything in the comment box.

I will be updating on a regular, weekly basis and that would fall on a Saturday.

Can’t wait to hear from you.

โค๏ธ Eva

ยฉ 2018 Eva Gamallo


6 thoughts on “Story of One: The First Meeting

  1. EVA! I love this project of yours. Original and interesting. I am excited to see how you spin up 364 more tales and as a reader I can’t wait to see how they enfold. again, I enjoyed reading. Where are the other parts?

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    1. Ummmmm you caught me.

      There are still no other parts. So far youโ€™ve been the only one who took interest in this… sooooooo … I feel bad for having abandoned this project.

      Iโ€™m currently mixing up my styles coz Iโ€™m not quite sure what my strong points are so Iโ€™m still discovering myself in the process.

      Discovering and loosing myself in the process.

      Iโ€™m so glad you enjoyed it. Like truly. Im glad that you liked it since this post was definitely close to my heart.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Like what most people would say.. it only takes one. Thank you for believing in this๐Ÿ˜Š There will definitely be a chapter 2. Stayed tuned.

        Your comment was definitely a jumpstart to my creative juices.

        Have a great day ๐Ÿ˜Š

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      2. YAYYY!!! please do mention me when you write it. I don’t want to miss my first like :P. I am not demanding or anything , take your own time and write what you love ๐Ÿ™‚ Have a great day too

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