I-WILL-DIE

Is this my Last day?🥺

I am here sitting at our rendezvous, the ground is yellow, the pillars are white, and the breeze tells me that a cloudburst is soon to pour. Silently, I am reminiscing about all the good memories we had here.

The place I said yes, this also where I found my lips bound in yours for the first time. This is where simple days are made special and made magical. A world made just for us, our paradise.

I was in the midst of my idleness till I heard a voice calling my attention.

Art! Babe! Babe!

Oh! It's Ivan holding a bouquet of blue roses and dark chocolates. Tssss. . . I forgot that it is our 10th anniversary today.

Then he came closer to me. At his last step, death's assassination haunts me. Come on Art! You will die! I turn back and run away from him. Then, I heard a new voice calling my name again. There was light, someone was calling me again.

Art! Art! ----

As I've opened my eyes, I've seen a lot of people around me. Wait, am I at my burial?

I'm sorry for interrupting your sleep honey but you have a lot of visitors here, Mom said. (Thank God I'm still alive and it was just a mere dream)

Here in my room, are the people I meet along my journey. I was looking for him but he is not here.

Hey bes! Get well soon because we have a lot of gala sessions you've missed. - said Shey( my bestfriend)

Be strong Prof. Art I know you are strong. – coming from the president of our University

You can make it Ma’am. Your students are waiting for you. – Prof. Archie said while giving me so many letters and chocolates from my students.

Girl, have a fast recovery because you still have a lot of pending fashion shows. – Aira cheered me

(WE ALL LAUGH)

Life is really short. Life is like a journey that every stop over, you’ll meet different people with different stories and personalities. But they make every journey meaningful, exciting and worth living for.

(The ocean is blue but my heart is black . The sand is pleasant but my feeling is coarse)

Walking and walking and walking! My path has no direction. I'm so devastated and wrecked!

A meter away I saw a 7 year old boy. He is crying without ceasing. Maybe he is seeking something or someone. I don’t know.

So, I decided to go near him and ask why he is crying.

Then, he told me that he is lost. They were in a group of people till he found himself alone. So, I've insisted on helping and driving him back home. He stops crying and then fortunately, he knows their address.

His finger pointed out that building. As we go along, I've seen nuns and so many kids. This boy lives in an orphanage.

Miss, thank you for bringing Ken here. We are really worried about this boy. By the way, I'm Sister Therese, one of the nuns assigned to take good care of those who are like Ken. (She said with gratitude.)

No worries, I just found him crying there at the beach. Nice meeting you, I'm Artemis. - I replied

You know what? When he was about 3 yrs. Old, He was abandoned by her mom. We just found Ken in front of this orphanage crying and crying and crying. - Sister Therese said

Then, did she return to visit Ken even for once ? ( I asked)

No, she didn't. She promised to him that she will be back but until now even her shadow didn't appear. Maybe that's the reason why he has a phobia called Athazagoraphobia or the fear of being forgotten, ignored, and abandoned. - the old caring sister Therese explained

Upon hearing those I remember Ivan. He was afraid of being behind just like the story of Ken. His real mom left him in an orphanage. He was miserable until he found love and care for his legitimate parents. How stupid am I? I know his story but I still chose to leave him. How foolish I am! It's ridiculous that I just can't help but to think about him now.

Am I hallucinating? Because that face is so familiar, hey wait! ( I run)

That person vanished from the end of this wall or I'm just really creating some illusions in my mind again.