IMMORTALIZED

A painful wind blew as I entered the Weynstein Cemetery. It has been three years since he died but it was the first time I visited him. As expected, the place was quiet. Its is already 11:48 in the evening but I easily found his tomb.

Here goes my tears again, racing their way down my face. It keeps on streaming as I place a dozen of lilies on the foot of his marble tomb. I cant see anything clearly, my eyes went blurry as the memories flashed back in my mind.

I first met Sky when I was a first year college student. He was the photographer of our college paper. At first, I was so pissed with him because he's such a big airhead. We were both freshman taking up general engineering. Actually, by looks, I can say that he's pretty much gorgeous and so am I.

Anyways, while he is the college paper photographer, I entered the schools music club with the hope of becoming the lead vocalist of the students band. I dont know what has gotten into me that time but I felt a sudden urge to pursue my passion in singing. That made me sign up for the annual audition and as expected, I passed.

Sky, he was such a snob, a perfectionist. Many hates him because of his attitude but every girls, well, except me, drools over him because attitude brings out his charisma and coolness.

The very first time I talked to him, well, theres nothing, no spark or anything. Nothing at all. It was never him mingling with others, even with his friends. But since I was the lead vocalist of the students band, I was asigned to be his model for the editor-in-chief's article about, " The Very First Lady Vocalist of the University " and there, I was stocked there with him. Great, just great.

But the endless stays in the publication office did paid off, not just because the article turned out well, but also I get to know him more. At first, he didnt want to speak nor answer my questions like, "Why are you like this.....and.....that? " I was patiently bringing up topic just not to get bored. I tried to be mischevious just to lighten up the mood, and guess what?.....I succeed.

After that, we became friends. I told him my dreams, my fears and my weaknesses. Sometimes, while Im sharing a story I caught him staring ar me, smilling, and then he would emmidiately look away saying all my dreams will come true as long as Im believing and if I worked hard for it. I was so grateful that I was able to open up with him because he is the type of person that will never open up to anyone. One more thing, I was surprised onetime when he started to open up when we became friends. He tell how or what he feels. He tell and come to me when he feels alone.

But theres this thing that he always talk about. Everytime we were having a conversation, he would always talk about immortality. It give me creeps but he badly wants to achieve it. Fot me it sounds really weird, because who do you think is in the right mind that would talk about it nowadays. It could never be achieved thats why whenever he talks about it I try to change the topic.

It was our foundation week when I realized that Im already feeling something special for him. Time quickly passed. It was our christmas ball when he had the chance to talk to me because I was busy with the foundation week and the last two months. That time i was sitting in a bench beyond the hall where the ball that is currently ongoing.

" Blaire."

" Ghaaaddd, Sky!! Do you want me to die? You scare the hell out of me!!!" I said as he came out from behind.

" I-I just want to talk to you."

" But you shouldnt have done that!"

" Im sorry, I just really want to talk to you."

" What is it?"

" Can we go out?"

" Silly. We always go out Sky." I said half laughing.

" No....what I mean is, not just a friendly date. You know...." I was taken aback with the last thing he said.

" B-But why?"

" Because I love you."

That night he started courting me. He did everything just to make me feel special and loved. After three months of courting I answered him yes. We spent the remaining three years in college loving each other and still our relationship is going strong. Not until something happened a month before the graduation.

I was at the middle of our band practice when Sky's mom called.

" Hey." she said in a calm but sobbing voice.

" Mom, why are crying. Is there something wrong."

" Sky, Austin Medical Hospital. Room 132." then she hunged up.

Sky, whats wrong? What happened? Whats happening? I dont understand anything. I was standing right in my place I cant move my feet. My tears fell down, running, racing, their way down their face. My eyes went blurry, my phone fell to the floor. I want to go to Sky.

Sky slowly opened his eyes, theres a big difference on how he looks right now. He is not Sky whom everybody thought is strong, he looks so weak now and here I am, cant do anything to save him. Just sitting beside his bed and holding his hand.

" Blaire."

" Why didnt you tell me? " I asked while crying.

" I dont want you to worry. I just want you to remember every moment that were together."

" But youre dying."

" No Im not going to die. Remember what I told you about immortality?" he was still able to remember that thing about immortality.

" Sky, please.......stop. Just rest. You really need to rest." I said just trying to change the topic. It really gives me creeps.

" Im not going to die, Blaire. My body might be gone but my soul will always be there for you, guiding you, loving you..."

" S-Sky......."

" Here, take this......" he handed me a journal, more like an album. " It will simbolize my immortality, keep it." I hugged him tight, tight as if it would be the last. If he just know how I wish wouldnt.

A week after Sky died from leukemia, it was raining when his and my family brought him to his final resting place. I didnt come, it was too painful for me to see. I cant afford even just thinking I wont see him again even if he told me that he did not die because he is immortalized.

Three years already passed, but the pain still remains inside me as if it only happened yesterday. Here I am now sitting beyond his grave stone at the middle of the night holding the journal he gave me containing all the memories we had, all the happy memories we used to have. His art, his masterpieces and all his emotions were there. I looked in his grave stone and traced the last note he gave me.

Do not cry, for I did not die,

Only my body is here, but my soul,

My art and my masterpieces were there,

I am immortalized.