Continued Silence

Two : Do you believe in miracles?

29th November, 2009 (Before)

I was there, high up in the azure sky. Free like an incredible bird. Wild as ever. It was like all the troubles and worries had vanished like a drop of dew. Just me and the sky.......

Until....

"Daniel! Wake up sleepy head!"
Miss Havisham was shouting loud enough over me. I opened my dreamy brown eyes and realized that the blue sky was gone. I really was in trouble.
I rubbed my eyes and realized that I had been sleeping for an infinite forever. Few of the kids were giggling and the girls were whispering as if I had done something irreparably wrong that couldn't be fixed.

I slowly opened my mouth and said,
"Yes ma'am!"

"Please focus on your lecture or else, I could get worse. Besides, geography isn't something you ignore".
I could clearly hear annoyance in her tone.
I mumbled a tiny sorry and re-opened my geography and tried to delve deep into it as if my whole world depended on it.

After forty minutes of Miss Havisham talking endlessly and me listening effortlessly, my miracle happened. The bell rang. It was all over.
The students all rushed out of the class and in an instant, the class was empty. I had always thought that no matter how lazy you were, after bell, you could be bloody fast as people in a marathon.

Even though I was eager to go home and enjoy the pleasure of my bed, I kept seated and just looked outside the class. The rain even made the view worth looking.

Nature deserved observance.

Within few minutes, William peeked in, his hair falling forward, and said,
"My dreamy boy, it's time to go home."

Me and William walked out of the class down the hall. Few girls and boys had gathered near a locker and talking endlessly, while others pretending to laugh.
Pretend, ahh, the necessity of which I never really understood.
When we could be as real as we've been made, then why we needed to pretend?
The world really needed to get back to decency.

Florida was always burning like hell in summers, but that day the rain had striked and the weather was cold with low hung clouds. My favourite kind of weather.

Out of nowhere, William asked, "Do you believe in miracles?"
We stepped outside with only one umbrella that was his. I was so busy in enjoying the weather that I almost forgot what he asked. Almost. With my feet splashing in little puddles, I replied,
"There is no such thing as miracle in my little-lonely-complicated life." The sky above us was filled with clouds that had gathered like a flock of birds.
William responded, with his eyes glued to the road,
"Dude, without me, it would have been much more boring".
We both laughed at the undeniable truth. He always knew what to say, like all best friends.

And having a best friend always made me less lonely.

Although he insisted on trotting me home with his umbrella, I shook my head.
I wanted to get wet, to feel something, to become alive.
Not just that, but I also didn't want to waste his time only to land me home safely.
I guess William was right; I really didn't like depending on people much. At the end of the day, it was only you and that needed to be enough.
They called it loneliness. I called it freedom.