[size=12]Sometimes I would think how insignificant life is, and how, compared to the universe and compared to time, it doesn’t matter if I existed at all…[/h]
It was a sunny Wednesday of July and the sun is beating down on my skin, the blistering heat striking down over the deep blue sky. I looked up above and saw the scorching ball of fire sitting across the cloudless sea. I loved the sun, I mused. I loved watching the yellow rays of light dancing over my sun-baked skin; the occasional blows of wind that sends refreshing feeling in my bones with each assault.
I stare on the road before me as it sizzles with the dehydrating atmosphere. My steps turned into tiny, awkward little movements as I walk, considering the small stones beneath my boots were being crushed to crumbs one after another.
It would be another kilometer-walk to get to the house of my beloved, fair young lady. It wasn’t the blissful travel that slows me down, I know. It was the uncertainty, the doubt that I have in mind. I don’t know if she still wants me there, now that I have disappointed her, but the urge is so deep and so strong I can’t help myself from seeing her again.
At least for the very last time…
I walked faster than usual. I can feel a bead of sweat sliding down my neck, finding a place in my green soaked shirt. Then it came suddenly, making my hair aloft for a second, then leaves the moment it touched my body. Instead of relief, I felt more uneasy as a powerful gust of hot steam came running my way, leaving me with a mysterious feeling I can’t explain.
My mind searches for the same feeling in the past, trying to relate to this unusual sensation.
The night before I made the biggest decision of my life, I asked Jade, my love, to join me for a brief walk in the park. There were fireflies glowing like flying tiny candles in the air, as we both watch the leaves of the maple trees rustling, swaying with the cold, cold breeze. We sat on the wooden bench and stayed in silence. I held her hand tightly, and she never let go of me.
I stared into her eyes that moment and she asked me. She wants to know if I love her, though in retrospect, I have said in a million times. Then, I can see a fine line of tears forming beneath the lid of her orange eyes. I don’t want her crying, because it makes me upset. I think that’s all anyone wants from anyone else. Not love itself but the knowledge that love is there.
So I said Yes.
She said they are going to move in California… for good.
My grasp in her hand suddenly looses, and even the night suggests a cold ambiance, an unexpected gust of senseless wind came rushing on our way. I looked around and saw that the fireflies are no longer flying; the leaves are no longer rustling; and the stars are disappearing. Everything in the world has ceased to move. She asked me if I want to leave with her. I want to live with her. But I can’t leave my home…
I looked up again and clouds started emerging beside the sun. As time ticks by, the more steps I achieve, the more distance I cover, the more billows above the sky kept appearing. When I reached Jade’s house, everything was clean and silent, and the sky was filled with clouds and the peeking strikes of sun. I walked to their front yard and I heard her mother - who’s wearing a Fakku! White shirt, unknown of its origin - screaming,
“So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds and thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!”
She was scowling at Jade. I looked at my love and she was crying, again, and I felt like I’m going to cry too in any moment. I drew closer to their window and take a look inside. There were suitcases piled before the staircase, and everything in their house were unbelievably polished, cleaned and prepared to leave behind. There’s no mistaking about their departure.
I hurriedly dashed to the door to stop them while I have the time, and when her mother swung the door open, she walked pass beside me. As if she hasn’t seen anyone around. It doesn’t matter, I said to myself. I continued walking until I reached their living room - now an empty space - and stared at Jade who’s weeping on the floor.
“Jade,” I whispered. She continued crying - I guess she hadn’t heard me because of the loud throbbing sounds of her sobbing - so I sat beside her and watched her intently. Her hair was unbrushed and tangled; her face looked tired and weary; and there is a visible dark patch under her eyes-like she hasn’t slept for weeks. Her eyes were sandy and sore, her lips are pale, her body - thin. What has she done to herself?
“Jade?” I called once more, yet she still ignored. I know she’s mad at me, and pretending that she doesn’t recognize me is much worse revenge than striking me in the face. Choosing between pain and numbness, I’ll choose pain.
“I-I am sorry.” I started. “I’m sorry If I can’t go with you. I loved you, you know that. But I just can’t-” I stopped when she suddenly tilted her head and looked at me. Only she wasn’t. She’s looking past me, as if I’m a creature made of hollow space. She looked around and, when unsuccessful to recognize anything, she wept again. “You don’t know how much pain I conquered Jade. I love you! Please just stay here.”
“Jade!” Her mother called out. I can hear the engine of a car in front of their house, summoning my beloved one, stealing her away from me.
And Jade still hasn’t spoken a word with me.
“Jade,” I knelt in her front in desperation. “Don’t leave me! You love me don’t you? Don’t leave me! Stay with me!” I shouted. I inclined my body in attempt to embrace her, and when I do, I will clutch her tightly - the tightest as I can and I’ll never let go of her.
I was about to throw myself to her when her mother approaches our way. I am just an inch away from her skin when I saw my hands transformed into air - dazzled and brushed away by the entrance of Jade’s mother. She took the suitcases and walked again - passing through my body - and I can see my arms, my fingers, and my chest floating in the air. It took seconds until they came back to its place to mollify me.
I stood up and gazed down on my hands. I am sure they had vanished. Jade stood up, drying her cheeks, and grabbed a suitcase herself and walked passed through me. Once again I am transformed into thin air, only to renovate back onto my physical form. Jade came back to retrieve another bag, and this time I intentionally blocked her way, but the process just repeated.
It came like a flashback then, hitting my head with its hardest beat.
I am dead.
My mouth drops open in recognition…
The night Jade broke up with me, I felt like a lightning strike me right in the heart, leaving a hole in it that all of the happy things fell on it, leaving me numb and senseless. Jade is going to California soon, and I will be left with nothing. My life, my existence, my being - I felt that all of it was gone. And it was sooner than later, that, I realized there is no more use in living this life. Not anymore. The meaning was gone.
I felt the stream of tears rushing down my cheeks. I stood up and ran - my vacant body passing through the closed wooden door - and stare at the yellow cab moving away from me. With it is my life…
Sometimes I would think how insignificant life is, and how, compared to the universe and compared to time, it doesn’t matter if I existed at all. That if I’m going to die and leave my life, the world will remain unchanged, and I will be lost forever.
I looked up above for the one last time. The sky was filled with dark, gray clouds - no doubt it’ll rain soon - and the sky will cry and lament with me. Then slowly, a golden ray of sun shone above me, like a spotlight, and I can see my body disintegrating slowly.
I think I have loved the sun so much…