He was
walking on a street. He lifted his head up, looking at the sky, towards the
clouds, as they hanged from the orbit, light and diaphanous, like cotton
ginned by wind, like a white idea about the meaning of existence. He released a long breathe, causing water
vapor to form. The cold wind caressed his face. He was shivering. He crossed
his arms tightly, hoping that he could get as much warmth as possible.
Winter…
He didn’t
like it. He thought winter as a dull season, as a dead season, as if to mourn
the death of summer. The trees, once gently swaying proudly, now died. The
flowers, once dancing happily and coloring the world with their beautiful
petals, now wilt. The ambience was too quiet. Even the nature chorus had turned
mute. No chattering. No children’s voices either. Nothing at all. People would
rather to stay at home, spending their time together to tighten their so-called
family bond.
However, he
couldn’t hate the season. Not when his fiancee liked the season. In fact, his fiancee was born during winter. Sometimes, his fiancee would take him out during
this season and play a snow fight like children. They would play until worn
out. Then, his fiancee would roll and use his broad chest as a pillow, humming
and cooing love words. A simple kiss would brush his lips out of sudden and he
would hear his fiancee chuckle happily. He once loved winter because of his fiancee.
And now because of his fiancee too, he didn’t
like the season.
Finally, he
reached at his destination.
He stopped for awhile, scanning the
surrounding with his eyes. No one was there. A brooding silence filled the
atmosphere. Gray clouds were looming over in horizon, shadowing the place.
Everything was so lifeless here. No sign of living flower or grass at all. Only
white covered the place. A relief sigh escaped from his lips. He would rather
like that. He just wanted to be alone. Alone with his fiancee.
Slowly, he
stepped into the place and searched for his fiancee. He found her.
XXXX.
24th
December XXXX- 21st November XXXX.
A great child.
A good friend.
We will always love
you.
He looked
at his fiancee’s grave morosely. 2 years. 2 years the fate had stolen his fiancee
from him. 2 years his fiancee had left him forever. 2 years he had been living
alone in this world. And 2 years he hadn’t visited his fiancee. Since his fiancee’s
funeral, never once he stepped into the cemetery. He wanted to, but he
couldn’t.
His love
life.
Once a
beautiful tale…
Now had
become a history…
“I
miss you so much…”
“I still
love you…”
“You are my
song…”
“My most
beautiful melody…”
“No longer
can be heard…”
“You left…”
“Silence
without any words…”
“Forever…”
A single
snowflake landed on his nose. He looked up, watching the cloud cried for him. A
wryly smile was plastered on his face. He placed a piece of paper on the grave
and walked away.
Officially missing you…
-Your fiance-
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