When It Rains

Encounter

    It is almost late, the sky filled with darkness. The rain eases its blessing, telling that the rage is slowly fading. The man was nowhere to be found, but is solely standing on the  bridge.  The bridge of peace is the place where many people go to find and seek ones peace. In this mad world, it is hard to find space in a suffocating society. From home, work, study, and even in open places for people, there lies the lack of calmness and peace for as the world have no patience. A fast moving system of bargains in almost everything. How such fate so cruel, un-endlessly mocking and watching me suffer. He slowly look down the bridge, looking for something, something that will make him feel to keep going. How beautiful is the depth of this water, from its visible surface till its deepest solid composition. How long will this river serves its purpose? Does it even have one? 

   The man stares, thinking and distracting himself to escape life. He slowly moves his foot to the fence of the bridge, wanting to see if he will feel fear for his life. With a bleak expression, he then tries to stand on the fence, like a man ready to face death and its uncertainties. 'How does it feel?', he heard a voice. He was shocked that there is a person beside him. 'Yesterday, I tried to stand there like the way you are doing now, I'm asking if how does it feel?'. 'Why do you care? don't even try to be those people who pretends to care and  just wants to be a hero by trying to sto-'. She cut his sentence. 'Oh shut up! I'm just asking, I don't even give a damn if you kill yourself. In fact, I would even bet that you won't do it, coward!'. 'Who says I'm gonna kill myself?'. I said. 'So how does it feel?'. How does it really feel? being one step ahead towards the end of life, how ridiculous. 'Why are you even so curious, I don't even know you'. 

    She smiled with irritation and rests her elbow on the fence, besides the man standing in it. 'It feels like you want to end it all, but there is this emotion of thrill and a spark of the idea on trying to survive more. How easy is it to kill ourselves, yet were here still trying to live even if we were greatly suffering'. The man looked at her. 'Standing here feels like I'm the one in control. I feel like I have the power in provoking god himself. How dearly is it, right?'. 'That's about it, I believe'. She smiled while saying it. After a long pause of silence, she says, 'Always remember that thought and feeling when you're in your lowest, that no matter what happens, you are in control of yourself. When it rains, we think everything will be bad, but somewhere out there wishes for it."