Under the billion stars in the sky, while everyone is busy making dinner for their husband and child and doing their everyday stuff, here I am with my bottle of beer, drinking and trying to forget how miserable my life was.
I remember what happened earlier. I lost my job, and I don't think I could face my parents again because I'm still a failure.
I could hear the sounds from the vehicles passing by, but I didn't pay attention to those and continued staring blankly below the bridge.
"What could you say about the superstitious belief that when you die, you'll become one of the stars?" I almost fainted when I heard someone talk. My forehead creased as I looked at this lady who was standing beside me. She looked at me and smiled sweetly, so I immediately turned my gaze and drank my beer.
"I don't care, Miss; leave me alone," I said after I gulped. She remained silent, so I let her stay at my location. We were both quiet for the last ten minutes, but she broke the ice.
"Whatever your problem is, rem—"
"Look, I'm trying to be nice," I cut her off. "I want to be alone, and I don't need a word of wisdom from anyone." I can feel my world spinning because of the alcohol. She stayed quiet, so I looked at her face, and my heart skipped a bit when I saw her staring at me intently.
My brows furrowed.
"What?" I hissed.
"Continue living and accept the fact that the world will not always be in your favour. Because if you let your problems drown you, you'll become one of those stars." I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
"How could you be so sure that I would become one of those stars?" My breath became heavy, and I felt my heart pound when she looked at my eyes and scanned my face, starting from my eyes down to my lips.
I gulped as I blinked thrice.
"Because I am one of them," she replied, and in a blink of an eye, she faded away, and I left there, dumbfounded.
