Fiona, Wishing Well, Rain

The minute I see Fiona I tell her all about my class.

"It's a major's class, right? It's not like a typical gen ed literature class wherein I can just fly by some selections and watch movies whenever I don't feel like teaching and not care if they understand theory or not. I mean, these are literature majors! What's gonna happen if they end up taking their masters at UP and they're so full of shit and someone like Neil asks them. 'Who put all that crap in your head?' and they say, 'Why, our teached did, Camille Dela Rosa, that's who!' I'll be soooo fucked!"

Fiona laughs like she truly understands so I continue and monopolize the conversation some more.

"I've never felt so harassed in my life. Never. I've never worked so hard. Never!"

It starts to rain but we don't care. We walk outside the campus towards a wishing well and we look down it and she asks me, "Do you wanna be the first to make a wish?"

"Really? You don't mind? You're sucha friend! Okay here goes..." And I close my eyes and take a deep breath and start to formulate the wish. I learned from The Labyrinth that a wish had to start with "I wish" for it to be granted so I'm very careful. This is something I want very, very badly.

Beside me, I sense her feel around her pockets for a coin for me to drop.

But I don't need the coin.

I feel that it has come. The moment the planets are aligned in my favor and the universe is standing still, waiting for me, me, me and I stick my tongue out to taste the rain.

"I wish..." I jump in the well, bottomless like guilt.

Fiona's panicked voice seems far, far away, "You weren't supposed to throw yourself!"

"Sdeah rieht edih dna nur yeht semoc nair eht fI."