I found Harry on this huge stone structure they call the Great Wall. He is standing alone, as usual, looking at the sun setting with all its orange glory. I guess this has been his Valentine's day routine since three years ago, since that fateful day.
And so, it was three years ago. Poor Harry. I made him suffer that much for too long. Or, was it too long? Some even wait 10 years or more for a new love. He only waited 3 years. He didn't even wait. He never get the chance to wait because he never got the chance to move on. And that's the reason why I'm here today. To help him move on.
And so, despite my busy schedule – which is busy beyond busy – I'm here, trying to be as human as possible. It's not a big deal. I've done this a couple of times, when I'm desperate enough to do things on my own. I have staff, but working for humanity needs a lot of work. Good thing they don't sleep and they don't even need to eat. But still, they need help. So I'm here.
I've been staring at Harry for an hour now. He's been staring at the sky for about as long. He's not moving. I wish I could read his thoughts. I may be someone who can do a lot, but I'm not a mind reader. It's a privilege that only my boss has.
Oh well, I guess I have to start now. I don't have much time because of such busy schedule I have. So, I approached Harry. He didn't even flinched when I stood next to him. I looked at him and he didn't even glanced. He's so absorbed into his thoughts, probably reminiscing again what had happened, and regretting what could have happened.
"Wow! What a great view!" I said, for starter.
As expected, Harry did not respond. He did not even looked at me, not even a sign that he acknowledged my presence. It made me check again my human form, thinking I messed it up this time. But no, other people could see and hear me. It's just that this guy beside me is so engrossed with his own thoughts that he doesn't care to even glance at me.
And so, I continued with my monologue.
"And this sunset? Wow! Amazing! It's really so magical. No one could ever do this thing. No one, except Him."
Still, no reaction from Harry.
"You can build great walls, but only Him can build great canyons. You can build huge neon signs, but can they compare with the magic and allure of the sun?"
I looked at Harry, still with no sign of interest. So I decided to just gaze at him, making him conscious of my stare. I guess it worked. After a few minutes, he looked at me.
"Nice scarf," I said. "Nice color. Red."
It was plain red scarf. Too long it flows down below his waist.
"It makes me think of a Chinese legend. Have you heard it? The red thread of fate?"
Harry looked away. "No." He once again looked straight to the wonderful view in front of us.
Of course I know Harry is lying. He knows that story. That is the reason why he has that scarf.
"According to the legend, a red thread of fate connects people who are destined to be lovers."
"That is lame," Harry said, looking at me. "What if you fell in love multiple times? Who is your red thread then?"
"The final one," I answered. "The one you are destined to be with for the rest of your life."
"What if that person die?"
"Did your love die?"
"No," he answered, shaking his head.
I nodded. "If she died, then she's not your red thread."
I guess I have to tell him more to make him listen more.
