The Anonymous Handsome

An online start-up romance novel

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Volume 5

Got a call from my best friend Jacques. He wanted to hang out, so I talked him into going to the roller coasters with friends. I invited some of my friends and surprisingly one of them offered me to invite my great Specta. Well, well... Specta came by and gave everyone a hug, but me. I was wondering if she were still “seeing” that grotesque man. Not seeing seeing, as you know he lived on the other side of the planet. I did not ask her until later. Maybe I did not have the courage to ask her that. So I decided to text her after our hang-out. I did text her and she did not answer it within an hour. This made me have some assumptions about her and I. Was I still not good enough for her? 

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Volume 4

Their short-term partnership isolated my great Specta away from me. She was sweet and enchanting personality was being corrupted by this grotesque man. Trust me, I did not sabotage their relationship at all.

Social media was and still is a common way to communicate with one’s lovings, but to me it was a hindrance for me and Specta. For a long time, I thought Specta was the one who abandoned me. Turns out it was Dake.

I was in my dorm room on a Friday night waiting for the guests to arrive. My guests were other students from other dorm buildings, people who I have never seen. Back then, I was very popular. I was the party-animal, Grey Goose lover man. Grey Goose, you see, is an expensive one for a student to provide with for his friends. Again, I thought that my guests were there for entertainment, because they liked me. But turns out when I stopped partying hard, and took school in a serious manner, I lost every one of them. Frankly, I thought to myself that it is for the better. 

Again, where was I? I was back in my dorm room from the airport. Waiting for her phone call...

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Volume 3

I finally got into my dorm room which is on a co-ed floor (inhabiting of both girls and boys). Suddenly, my phone rang and it was not her. It was my best friend, Jacques calling to check on me if I had arrived or not. To me, this city was my hometown, considering that I had been living here for five years. I was waiting for my great Specta’s call, so that I could often keep in touch with her. She did not call for a week. I thought to myself that she might have kept company with her girlfriends. Or wait? Was it Dake who was intruding into isolating her from me?

Let me introduce you to this repellent and grotesque man, Dake. Dake came to this beautiful country from a different continent. Do not get me wrong, I do not despise his guts. The only feeling towards him could only be of the opposite thing to liking him. First couple of months, he wore his traditional suit with outlandish black sandals. Even though I found his appearance to be absurd, my great Specta once found a piece in him. After a year, I moved to a different school. The level of their companionship had grown into a serious manner. Mostly on Dake’s side. My great Specta was not vulnerable, but their companionship yielded to their temporary love tale. Oh don’t you worry about our love story. Their temporary disfigured story yielded to ours. I am not saying disfigured to despise on their history, but their physical interaction only lasted five days and on social media, it lasted six months or so with going on and off. It is five days of being physical, since he had left this continent to go to a college in his country after their initiated relationship. 

So right now, I need to know what is happening in her life after her graduation from high school. Should I give her a call now before the association between us goes weak? 

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Volume 2

My Great Specta. She has been my life, my everything, and my one and only love. Due to several incidents that took place between us, we had given our companionship a break for a couple of years. Not that we had a quarrel over childish actions, but the juvenile settlements of other individuals on our companionship. With their filthy hands in our lives. Perhaps, our companionship was not as strong as it was supposedly to be. 

For the first time after the break, we saw each other at an airport, while waiting for our departure to our hometown. We had a little chit chat and I could not stop myself, but had a glimpse of her maturation in her face. She told me that it was nice seeing me and I thought to myself that it was terrific seeing her at the airport. Airports have always revolted me in terms of their toilets, high-class looking leather covered seats with cold, unfriendly metal arm rests. In my terms, I believed that they are built in order to contaminate organisms, except for my Great Specta. 

I did not see her on the flight at all. Maybe, this was because we were separated by that tiny cloth curtain beside the washrooms. Other than that, I was hibernating for the entire nine hour flight. I believe that there is always a one percent chance for the flight to malfunction and advance a crash. Luckily we did land and yet I did not see my beautiful eye-killer baby at the luggage pickup area.  

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Volume 1

Let me tell you one thing: not that I am not altruistic, but when I look at the mirror and see my physiognomy, I see myself a young handsome adult. Yes, it is true that I have sharp tips, such as a big, but sleek nose and a sharp jaw finishing with a curled chin. Nevertheless, my abrupt seeming appearance come to a handsome look with small inwardly manifested honey coloured eyes. Not to mention the forehead that is tipping outside of my face, just like Mr. Neeson. My name is the Anonymous Handsome.

I have not mentioned it to you that there is a girl I have been seeing, since I was a little kid. Back then, it did not matter to me that I was a little less sleek than her. Was it very adverse for us to keep seeing each other? I highly doubt it. We shared a deep affection from the start of our companionship. She was wearing a ravishing maroon jumper suit which fitted her more than appropriately to her age. I was wearing my cheap polo shirt that owned an American Eagle Outfitters logo and a pair of bootcut jeans that made me look like I was floating in. In the past, I must say that I was very anxious to introduce myself to such beautiful girls. Despite the disposition, she stayed clear to me and timing initiated our greeting. My palm soaking wet had to touch hers before my attempt to dry it out. I had misinterpreted her, since she did not bother telling other kids and bullying me in our high school regarding my sweaty palms. Most of the time, other kids called me The Clammy Kid, since no one had asked for my name at school before. I must say that she astonished me with her allegiance by keeping this defect of mine to herself.

Oh I must also reveal her name to you: She is my Great Specta.