*Sigh*
I glance at my tablet, hoping I've drawn what I want.
Colorful lines flew all over the screen, looking nothing like what I have visualized.
*Sigh* It's not even 6pm yet
I look around from the comfort of the bench.
Everywhere, people of all ages are walking and talking happily with someone they cherish. Young sweethearts discussing about where to go next, couples taking their kids out for some outdoor fun while having some peace and quiet with one another--occasionally an elderly grandpa taking pictures with his wife or a tourist snapping photos for his girlfriend. Kids running around and dogs happily chasing Frisbees thrown the wrong way fill the otherwise silent park.
It's summer. Most students are out of school, enjoying their free time with their family and friends. Parents leave work early to spend time with distant relatives and old friends.
I turn my gaze back at my tablet.
*Scribble scribble*
I cross out my drawing and turn off the screen.
Looking back at this happy scene did nothing to ease the pain.
Everywhere I look, every person has a purpose and a goal. A place to call home. An environment they can work in. A person who they trust. A person to love and share memories together.
Just thinking about it makes the pain worse.
I stand up slowly and pick up my tablet.
"Let's go home." I say to no one in particular.
Just a left now...Now right...Another right...
I went through the motions of mapping my way home.
As I walk, the sun, who was just starting to feel tired after a long day, lit up the sky with a brilliant canvas of orange and yellow. Clouds flew across like they are on a secret mission to cover the sun's blinding light to reveal the stars hiding behind the shadow of darkness.
The streets are bustling with cars and people on motorcycles and bikes wave at each other as they pass by.
The world around me continues to flow with time, taking no notice of a lone boy--with a tablet at his side--walking with his head down.
A few more steps and I am back.
My home is on the huge side of the spectrum, with lots of rooms. On the outside, it looks like a warehouse, with a box design--only for functionality, of course. A large parking lot at the front, with trees for covering and much needed shade, and a beautiful garden in the back, wonderful for taking walks on hot summer nights.
My feet stop at the entrance.
Can I really face myself and come back?
I walk towards the door that was left open for me by the staff.
Inside, the walls are all sparkling, cleaned and disinfected so many times that the original color of white is practically blinding.
A quiet "Tadaima(1)" echoes from my throat.
At the lobby, a woman in a uniform greets me as I walk towards the elevator:
"Welcome to the Yuki Memorial Hospital."
(1. Tadaima [ただいま] is Japanese for "I'm home/I'm back". In this sentence I am using the "I am back" meaning.)
New story appeared! Hopefully I will be able to finish this one because this story has been eating away my mind for a few days already so I'll put it up so I can have a peace of mind when I sleep tonight ^_^
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DREAMORIES #314 - When I Am Home
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