My Antagonist

Running Feet

The rain is pouring from heaven down to earth. I am on my way to downtown to see the work of an old friend. It was just yesterday when I saw in my mini television an ad about a gallery to be opened for the public.

"This rain is surely as strong as if the world could end anytime." The cab driver's opinion.

"Yeah, sure it is." I simply said, hoping that it will end a conversation that has not even started yet but my fate seems twisted as the cab driver continues.

"Look at that tree! It might fall anytime. We should passed by from it before that happens."

"That would be impossible. That's my stop. Maybe you should just hurry in dropping me there." I startled him somehow. The cab managed to stop few centimeters away from this old tree.

"Thank you" I said to his horrified face as he was staring the old tree. As soon as I was out from his red cab, I immediately run towards the entrance of the gallery. I turned my back towards the old tree. You can tell by its roots that it won't fall but its been standing there for a long time, storm after storm. One could only look at first what easily catches the eye which is on the very top, leaving the bottom part unseen that bare the weight on its top, the trunk and the leaves.

Nervously, I entered the gallery. I cannot deny my anxiousness but at the same time, I am really happy to witness this event that my old friend worked for years. We haven't seen each other nor communicate on Facebook or other social networks. But I could hear some news about her. This gallery to be filled with different paintings by different artist is the closest event to my home that she's participating.

I stopped by into a portrait of two holding hands. A blind woman stood by me.

She left after a few lines that we've exchanged to each other, leaving me unanswered questions.

I looked closely again to the two hands holding each other. I remember then what the cab driver said. It is as if the world could end anytime that they're holding tightly. Suddenly, I realized that these hands are from one person. These hands are facing the heaven, trying to call someone up there.

"Learning from taking time?" I asked myself. She might meant of learning from taking time to pray.

Just right then, a mystifying feeling erupted to my inner being! How I could not recognize her?! The gray eyes covered with long lashes. She has this one noticeable mole at the corner of her right eye. Her heart shaped lips still has its beauty and I am totally bad in guessing a woman's age. But above all, I might just be good at forgetting people!

"How could I forget?!" I screamed out of my anguish. Up until now, I live on my own. Living an ordinary life and just dreaming everyday for my lost pieces of dreams where she's always been a part of it. So, with my running feet, I run as fast as I can outside but there she goes! Her cab flew farther, farther and farther away from where I stand.

The rain is still pouring from heaven down to earth. This time, I am scared if the world might end any moment without seeing and talking with her once again.

I could not help but to hold my hands together and face above.