Short Stories

Times Gone By: The Epistle

While having a stroll alone along the road. I happened to passed by a bench, on it I sat. It's my first time here, sitting solely. Watching the beautiful scenery in front of me. Trees are dancing, its leaves are waving. Hearing the soniferous of the river that give me chills. I felt the cold breeze toward my direction, gently caressing my skin. And the wind swayed my long black hair. So, I close my eyes for a moment. Until, images came a-flashing my mind made from the past. Happy moments with my friends, those crazy seconds when I'm with them. Flowing tears and loud laughter's, I miss it all. Yet, there was nothing for it that I can do. I know we can't return to where we started. It's just all memories now. Is this really the end of it? Is it all a trip down memory lane instantaneously? I still treasure it so much. Somehow, I ask myself. Why does time fly fast? Why do days move past? Remembering each one of you is my favourite thing and always want to bring about. How I wish, you also do. Like a dream, it has an end. Just like the wind, you just pass by, my friends. Maybe, this is what they called - life.

Moments after, as I was trying to retrieve those memories. I felt a stinging sensation like it only happened the other day. Suddenly memories became clearer - they came all at once. Slowly, I felt tears winding through my face then, I opened my pair of orb. I reeled in the place and realised it was already dusk. I stood up, and started heading for home. I arrived and went straight to my room. Then I suddenly remembered the letters and epistles of ours. Without a second thought, I rush towards the locked cabinet for years. In there, I saw my treasure box I hid and kept for not in a million years but in seven years. I opened the box, and on top of the pile of notes, I found the letter they gave on our graduation. It only said:

Dear Shi,

It's a beautiful new chapter of page to begin our own journey. Please do remember all of our momentums, from the very first day we met and hated each one, until the day we became one of the hardest friendship to untie and break apart. Wish to meet you again for the perfect day! We will still seek each other because we are like the Yin and Yang. We are so proud of you! We love you, our Shi. We always will.

Love,
Royal Angels

I remembered the day we used to be, the moment we laughed with each other. The moments we shared from serious to hilarious things and those handwritten letters we got to each other. Those messages we made from our heart that we'll keep in our eternal life and the letters that will never go out of style. The time I read it again, I felt something special within, the way the words get jumbled with meaningful words, the way you express your feelings with a piece of advice and the way the words gets pretty and worthy. So in the last moment, I bear with it - hold on a moment of my feelings and tears. Why am I remembering it now? Maybe because I want to feel those sceneries at the last moment and the taste of the last goodbye of ours in one last time. Feel the smile on the curves of our bonny lips and hear the noise that comes from us. The moment we go through in the stage until we cried and realize the memories we spent together will remain forever and always be cherish. Yet, we are now here, the ending of our high school journey.

My eyes are swollen, tears flowing down like a stream. Covering my mouth with my hands, to prevent noises to utter. It hurts so much. Even my heart starts aching, a different kind of pain. I don't know what to do. I just want someone to hear my pains. Wanting someone to stay by my side. Hearing all the possible pain curses and unending cries from me. You all said, "We are always here for you". Yet, where were you? I buried everything and everyone, in the deepest part of my heart and soul. It rings a bell, I promised that from that day onward, we are nothing but past memories.