Cool breeze caressing my cheeks
While sitting on a low wooden bridge.
The crystal-like water cleansing my feet
It showed me my reflection as I looked down.
Suddenly, I heard the priceless giggle and chuckle of tiny children.
As I watched them with painted smile on their faces,
I could see innocence in their eyes.
Their shirts were like rugs full of stains, stain of chocolates.
How cute they were seeing them crying for sweets.
Then the sounds of their footsteps were fainting as they left the place.
I then closed my teary eyes to let the nightmarish fantasy pass through my world of imagination.
I felt the cold hand on my right shoulder.
Someone’s sitting beside me, the one I can’t live without.
He’s wearing his favorite shirt, my favorite shirt.
He’s perfect the way he is, he’s perfectly imperfect. Kismet it is!
I was wearing with me his precious gift to me—white dress.
I transferred the warmth as our hands intertwined.
I laid my head on his shoulder as he caressed my forehead through his lips.
I could hear the pounding of his heart, his breath.
I’m still addicted to his scent, the smell of his hair.
I couldn’t help but fall in love with him.
So, here I am! Crying over spilled milk.
But he lost me, he lost me.
Then felt the cold breeze wrapping around me.
He’s gone in just a blink of an eye; he left me, again.
But I could still hear his heartbeat that served as my favorite song.
His scent was my favorite perfume; his voice as my pain reliever.
Him as my source of strength yet my weakness.
As I composed myself, I heard the faint echoes of his voice, his cracked scream.
Shouting and screaming out my name.
The moment I stood up, I didn’t control myself.
My whole body felt nothing, I was paralyzed.
I fell down the silent flowing deep river.
I was barely breathing until the last beat of my heart.
Knowing that I was dying, I just let myself be free.
I slowly produced bubbles through my lips.
For the second time, I heard his voice; he’s calling out my name.
I tried to open my eyes just to see your angelic face.
That face of yours made my shield melt; it made me fall in love over and over again.
Those glittering eyes made me realized how lucky I am to have him in my life, as my best friend.
Still, I could see him wearing his white shirt, my favorite.
He’s offering his incompletely opened flower liked hands.
I tried to reach his arms, but I failed to.
Like witchcraft, he suddenly disappeared.
I swum up and look for him, and then I touched the edge of the wooden bridge.
I was like a frozen bear when I reached the wooden bridge.
My precious white dress was ripped.
Red drops of liquid welled up in my nose.
I felt the strong current passing through my veins.
I lied down, crying and shaking.
I looked up the sky until it turned into grey.
I suddenly heard a very loud sound followed by a flash of lightning.
I waited for the first drop of rain to fall.
And the loudest scream of him has continued.
Longing for his voice, I hurriedly followed the faint echoes.
I was destined into a high-walled battle field.
Still, I could hear his voice.
I could see hundreds of soldiers fighting for a common purpose—love.
None of them were backing down.
They’re all wearing ripped white shirt, with stains of blood.
Seeking for love, they’re all shaking and drowning with their own blood.
Even the bravest were defeated because they withdrew their gaze to the ones they’re fighting for.
Only I could see was their shadows, shadows of darkness.
I spread my eyes just to make sure that Kraig’s still safe and sound.
I felt the soft touch of hands on my ankle.
The sweet whisper of a pale person trying to reach my ears.
I looked down, to find out who’s that mysterious one.
I knelt down, and I saw the poor face of Kraig!
His white shirt was torn.
Drops of blood dampen his face.
He’s full of scratches, blisters, wounds, burns.
Trying to catch his breath, he’s caressing my face.
While whispering the sweetest line “I love you.”
He couldn’t control his tears to fall.
“I love you, I love you, Jes…” I cut his words knowing that he’s calling out her name.
“No, Yvan! It’s Kate. Say my name! I just want to hear you!” “Jessica! Still you.”
I wrapped my arms around him to transfer my warmth into him.
He’s dying because of her. And I am dying because of him.