Of Fates and Pirouettes:

Weaving Another Tragedy 

We were holding hands as we wandered by the meadows.


I miss that day. You were in a dress that was simple and stunning at the same time. You laid your hair down and wore a simple headband. You seemed to glow as you turn, making your dress join you as you do pirouettes that could have been a move made from dreams and fantasies. Above all, you smiled a downpour of happiness. It was as if you were the happiest lass in town just because you got to be with me, which makes me the happiest lad ever.


I didn’t know if I could be a good pair to you. I was in my usual shirt and trousers, the type I wear when we usually go out. Fashion isn’t just my thing, so I just go with whatever I get from my closet. However, you were smiling as if I was just the other pair you were looking for, although, for all we know, I am human, yes I am, and you were that angel who went all the way down from heaven to spend some time with some filthy human like me.


But you didn’t mind. You just held my hand with one of yours and use your other hand to pick some nearby flowers as we walked. I wasn’t looking in the beautifully laid flowers across the field. I wasn’t looking at the view of the mountains from afar. I didn’t care about the clouds that looked fluffy in the blue sky. I just looked at you and your beauty, looking away whenever you notice how I adore your beauty, catching your eye for a second before I look somewhere else with my face turning red.


The feeling was surreal. It was an unexplainable mixture of all the positive emotions you could ever imagine. That was the climactic part of my life’s story, the most intricate design of my life in the loom of fate, the peak of my journey.


All of a sudden, as I was just enjoying my fortunate view of you, I noticed something. Slowly, you seemed to fade. I tried to tell myself that it was just my imagination, but indeed, we could never lie when reality is right before our eyes. Maybe, I was just feeling sick with the nausea of being too overwhelmed in your company, or it was just a trick the wind filled with dust do to make stars twinkle, although ours is way too short a distance. The real thing is not something you can just cover up.


I didn’t want to cut the spur of the moment. I didn’t want to cut this very moment short. I would dare trade anything and everything I have for a minute more. I know my mind can be read by the powerful above, but no matter how I shout all in my mind my desires for you to stay, you continued fading.


The wind blew one painful gust, and you were gone.


I screamed as if I were cut into pieces and still able to feel the pain. I was in the peak of my journey, and from that peak so high that the clouds had already hidden it in their embrace, I fell flat on the ground. Still alive. Screaming in agony. Should have been dead.


Why does this have to happen? Why are the best things the ones which don’t last long? Why am I always given the person who can never stay? Why couldn’t you and I be a proof of forever?


The wind blew another gust, this time cooler, and looking blankly into nothingness, I was still there, alone.