Blue Well

by: Micah@ELFabPH

Is it real? Or is it just a dream?

Everything just went by in a blur. But everything that happened is so clear to me.
The moment I was in was priceless. Our moment was priceless. The moment we met was
priceless. It was one of the best things that has happened in my life.
The scorching heat from the sun burns my skin on a February. It was weird that a month
associated with winter forms beads of sweat on my forehead. Screw global warming!
But, the destination I am heading to will be worth of all the heat the sun brings to my
body. The thought brings butterflies in my stomach, playing around it. My heart keeps on
beating fast.
"Today's the day," I keep on chanting in my head.
Almost an hour passed, me and my best friend reached our destination. The place was
huge! I stepped out from the vehicle I rode and entered the building.
Blue.
It was the color of the day. I took a picture of the scenes I see.
Friends wearing blue shirts hugged each other. Squeals and high-pitched screams boomed
all throughout the building. Cameras of different sizes hanged on the girls' (and boys')
neck, ready to shoot each scene into frames.
My best friend and I lined up the hallway to enter the cinema.
Cinema Theater 5.
In just a few minutes, I would see the man of my dreams, the man in my dreams.
I heard a scream few meters behind me. Holding onto my camera quickly, I tried to find
where the sound came from and when I did, I don't know whether I'd capture him, or just
let my eyes linger on him. Not looking at the screen of my digital camera, I pressed the
shutter button hard.
He is now saved.
But my heart wasn't.

I thought I would not see him before the main program starts, but I did.
He was there walking sexily to enter the cinema through the other door that was meant
for the. I counted, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. I sighed.
Every member of Super Junior-M was there. Not.
Siwon wasn't here. I sighed again. I'm lucky I would watch their performance at the joint
concert later. I wish Siwon would be there.
My thought bubble pops into thin air. The sound of the man clearing his throat in front of
the microphone, hoping to get the attention of everyone, made my nerves go wild.
"This is it!" holding my best friend's hand real tight, I squealed my heart out.
"Each of you would be picking out one paper, and written on it is the name of the
member you would be seeing up close. Good luck and congratulations ladies!" he said,
earning few screams and groans from the men who were also there.
"And gentlemen," he added, few seconds later.
I was nervous. I keep on biting my nails. I want to have his autograph! I want to see
Hyukjae up close! Other members would be good, but if it's Hyukjae, this would be a
blast!
It was my turn to pick a paper. I silently prayed while getting a piece of paper out of the
big box.
"Let it be Hyukjae," I whispered and stepped out of the line before opening the paper I
got.
I looked down on it, still reciting Hyukjae's name over and over again.
And when I opened my eyes, looked down on the paper, my eyes scanned each capital
and bold letters written on it.
EUNHYUK
Eunhyuk...
My brain processed so slow. Before I had the time to react, my best friend shook me and
screamed on my ears. She got Sungmin, her bias.
"Who did you get? Is it not Hyukjae?" she asked and pulled the paper out of my hands.
She was surprised to see my tears flow down, instead of the usual grin, laugh, squeal, and
scream I always do.

"This is it, isn't it?" I asked her. She smiled and nodded. We started lining up on each
member after saying words of encouragement to each other.
I was almost at the end of Hyukjae's line. Is everyone's paper written with his name? I
smiled at myself stupidly.
A good fifteen minutes and a half past and I'm near Hyukjae already.
"Just a few more steps, just a few more," I whispered to myself.
Three minutes passed. It was my turn.
"H-hi," my heart was thumping hard against my chest. I think I forgot to breath. The man
I refuse to say handsome was looking at me. HE WAS LOOKING AT ME!
"Hi! Name?" Hyukjae asked cheerfully, his gummy smile grazing over his pinkish lips.
"M-Micah," I answered.
'Stupid! Make it longer!' I heard the otehr part of me said. Hyukjae doesn't seem to hear
what I sasy so I told him once again, attaching the 'Maria' I've not been used to.
"Spell?" he asked, still with the smile he was wearing since the first time I saw him so
near.
"M-A-R-I-A-M-I-C-A-H," I told him.
"Nice name, thank you!" he said and aimed his hand for a shake.
I shook my head.
"No, no, thank YOU!" I said, emphasizing 'you'. This is the moment I've been waiting for
all my life. I looked at his hand, waiting to be shook. My hands were pulled up to meet
his when Prince Manager shouted.
"Next!"
I woke up from the small slumber I was in. The nurse was looking for someone,
apparently a mom because she's an assistant of an Obstetrician Gynecologist.
I can't believe I had that dream again. It was so unbelievable yet it's true.
"Babe, we're being called," a man's voice whispered loud enough for us to hear. I stood
up and held his hands, ready to see the gender of the baby, our baby.
"Mr. Lee Hyukjae, Mrs. Lee Micah? This way to Dr. Choi."

We met, and we fall in love. Hard. It's like touching the base of the well, you could never
get back up.
Somehow, it is the well I would not want to escape from.