My Medusa

My Medusa

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She met him out of the blue. He took the 'blue' with him. She made the 'blue' her friend. And then, he was gone like he was never out of the blue.

He met her his Medusa, she stayed the same forever, but no man turned to stone for her.

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• Friday, 8:25 AM It was yesterday when I realized that she had just moved into the neighborhood with her older brother. Honestly, I don't know who that guy is, but it's safer to assume he is her brother than to think there's anything more to it. I observed the way she stood with him earlier yesterday, just like siblings would, and the way they talked, just as siblings would. My apartment is directly across from theirs, and I swear to the moon I've been staring. I couldn't muster the courage to take my eyes off of her since I saw her yesterday. She looks like Medusa, and I'm not joking. Her long, dark locks fall from her head like twenty-four huge black mambas, with the power to captivate anyone who dares to stare. I'm already entranced because I've been out here on my balcony, waiting for her to come out to her usual spot to brush her teeth. I glanced at my watch, and it's way past 8 AM. Here she comes. She's tucked her hair behind her, held by a black band, with sleepy eyes, as if she didn't get enough sleep last night. She's wearing a long black gown, slightly wobbling down the stairs with a cup in hand. She's got her toothbrush in her mouth, held by those lips that remind me of... 'stop fantasizing, Peter, you'll never have her.' I scolded myself. She's 15, 16, or maybe 17, and I'm 20, bro! I left the balcony, somewhat disappointed that she was not my age mate. She was much younger, and I wasn't ready for that kind of struggle again. But as I turned away, I couldn't resist taking one more glance at Medusa, like how Medusa captivates all those men. Yes, I was ensnared once more, turned into stone by this stunning beauty. I retraced my steps back to the balcony. I could do this forever, just watch her until dawn, then I'd go to sleep and continue tomorrow. As I stood there staring, I saw her spit out the toothpaste and look up at me at the same time. She had seen me. God, she had seen me. My legs began to shake as if they could no longer bear the weight of my body. She continued brushing, and I copied, excited. I pretended I was brushing too. She saw that and stopped. I stopped as well, smiling sheepishly, although she didn't smile. She probably already hated me for mimicking her, but I wanted to continue. I was loving it. She brushed her teeth correctly, and I watched, mimicking every one of her moves. Then she moved on to her incisors, and I stopped. "No, that's wrong," I gestured, shaking my head. She stopped and paid attention as I mimicked brushing my incisors, slowly moving my hand up and down. She followed suit, and I nodded. "Peter!" my mom yelled, and I hurriedly ran inside. I remembered she had asked me to make some cash transfers, and I hadn't. I was out there staring at Medusa. Boy, trust me, she's worth staring at. She must be wondering where I ran off to. If only she knew the risk I took just to stand out there. My heart kept pounding. I'm already missing her. This isn't panic; it feels like a heart attack. There's a new definition of 'Reload.' I just need to see her, even if it's just a glance. I walked back to the balcony, tiptoeing so my mom wouldn’t hear anything. My Medusa had finished brushing the way I had just taught her. She took the cup to her face and poured the water over her face, wiping with her hand. I did the same, though I had no cup, and I didn’t wet my face. I knew how uncomfortable that would have been for her if she turned and saw me up here again. But she didn’t. I stood there watching her as she catwalked back up the stairs into her apartment. My Medusa, when will you be out again? "Peter?!" My mom had come up behind me, watching me watch My Medusa. "Don’t tell me..." "No, Mom, nothing!" I interrupted, covering my mouth in my palm as i giggled. "I swear, nothing." She moved closer to take a good look at their apartment, then she looked at me with a surprised expression, the kind of look that says a lot and even makes you laugh when you try to defend yourself, proving your innocence. • Monday, 9:18 AM I've been on my balcony since 9 AM, but my Medusa hasn't appeared for her usual morning teeth-brushing ritual. What could be the matter? Could she still be asleep? No, she struck me as the hardworking type who wouldn't still be asleep at past nine. So, what could possibly be keeping her from gracing me with her morning beauty? Then it hit me—the guy, her brother. Or is he really her brother? What if he's not her brother but her boyfriend or something along those lines, far removed from the concept of brother? I hate entertaining such thoughts, but I can't help myself. But here she comes. I lift my gaze to behold her stunning beauty. My heart leaps with joy, thudding in my chest like a drumbeat. She's styled her hair just the way she always does, and it's always enchanting. She's so beautiful, descending the stairs like one of Jacob's dream angels. I'd already imagined her ascending, but alas, I missed her morning ritual. Maybe she brushed her teeth indoors, and I missed watching her. Who knows if she did it the right way? I'd demonstrated the proper technique last weekend, but I doubt that guy cares about her brushing technique. This leads me to my firm belief that she belongs with me, not that guy. Today, she's wearing a brown polo with the iconic Gulf Café logo. It makes me wonder if she works there. I love the coffee they serve at Gulf Café, the lush green plants, the captivating artwork, and the gemstones that I've refrained from stealing out of fear. Yet, despite my frequent visits to Gulf, I've never spotted her there, whether she's working, reading, eating, or sipping coffee. She simply hasn't been there. She's also sporting a pair of black jeans and black Nike trainers, with that guy following behind her. Who on earth is this guy? I can't help but feel a rush of anger and frustration. Today, I've decided—I'm going to Gulf Café. I'm going to see her today. I watch him open the passenger door for her, and a twinge of jealousy pulses through me. I wish I had a sniper, locking onto his head with perfect precision and sending him to heaven. Yes, heaven. I'm not evil. He eventually gets into the car as well, and I watch as they drive away from the neighborhood.

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