Tic-tac. Tic-tac.It was quarter to nine. I was still in my bed lying anxiously. My eyes were staring at the ceiling; why couldn’t I move at all? My thoughts were filled with him; a feeling that caresses my every nerve. Time came. His time came. Few hours left. Should I visit him?

Aaagh! I dreamt of it again! It was the dream that haunts my placid night. Truly melancholic! Such sadness deep within me arises every time I hear that gloomy sound of clock. Do I really have to be bothered?  Make a glorious surrender perhaps? Or portray a wolf’s cry? Tic-tac. Tic-tac. It was twenty-three minutes after eleven. At this time, the moon was shining at its full crescent. I envy her! He never left her; the sky will definitely never leave her. I hope he had that resoluteness to not leave me too, like the sky does. I will certainly shining at my best then too. But my fate has been turned. His heart got tired of me.

I could hardly sleep these past days. This would really make me sick. Am I just excited for the banquet? I should not go there. But I already told them that I’ll come. I ought to be there…so as to be in vain. Hmm… Will he come too? I expect he will. I barely remember the warmth of his touch and his flickering eyes. So lively!I woke up late the next morning. The weather is fine. I noticed the pin at my calendar; it is our anniversary today; an occasion that should be celebrated with a sheer happiness. But just a year ago, I was not…and nobody does.

I decided not to come. Will his fate change if I’ll be there? Will God grant our prayers if I’ll be on his side? Obviously not! I’m not being pessimistic. I’m just being real to myself. I already accepted the cruelty of life. My fairytale will now be ended. I miss that guy. I miss the days when reality was still kind. The raucous laughs, ridiculous thoughts, and glib talks we spent with each other, could I still forget those moments? I should not; but twenty-fourth of June came.