《THE PLAY OF DESTINY》


 When will I see you again?

    The breeze, the ephemeral rain from the blue, the antiquated window to the left of my house; l was sitting there, thinking of the memories; memories have ambiance like burnt caramel.


    Time is strange, isn¡¯t it? It¡¯s been a month since Ava was united with the next world.


    How can l forget that day? The day when Ava had to rush for her first-ever interview and l was driving at full speed and in a blink of eyes, everything changed; in the all busy road, there was a still of fear.


    Ava was no more, the last scene l distinctly remember from the spot was helpers taking me out of the car.


    It was my fault, if l didn¡¯t rush, maybe Ava would¡¯ve been with me, singing her favourite song on top of her lungs.


    After that day, no calls or no letters from any of my friends.


    It feels off a beat living all alone. Ever since my childhood, l was always contented with my friends at the orphanage.


    Even if my friends ever come to me, what do l say? I have given them a plethora of dismal.


    Cherry blossoms fall off the tree, following the zephyr; the same, my feelings are falling apart.


    It¡¯s Ava¡¯s birthday tomorrow, l am seeing her grave tomorrow morning; 2 year ago today, she promised me of taking a long drive to Hawaii after she gets her first salary... this moment, and it¡¯s just me and her memories.


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    The mist surrounding the beauty of the cemetery. l entered, it was all silent but l could hear some footsteps.


    I never went to Ava¡¯s grave, so l never knew where it is but l kept searching for her name on the graves and after some time, l got it and, it didn¡¯t surprise me... that my other friends came too but they kept ignoring me as if l am a stranger, as if l have just blended with the mist surrounding the cemetery.


    ¡°HEY¡±, I said this with a gasp... I shouted loudly, what was the thing I just saw now?


    Near Ava¡¯s grave, there was a grave... there it was written in all bold; ¡°Mia Smith¡±, I fumbled, it was my name... MIA SMITH IS MY NAME.


    l was ineffable, my voice was burning in the whirling mist. One of my friends said, ¡°If ¡®that¡¯ day, l was lucky enough to arrange the blood Mia needed... maybe she would¡¯ve been with us now.¡±