That moment when she closed her eyes, I knew my world has come to an end.
She was the daughter of an old farmer who lived by the riverside nearby. They have ducks that they cultured, and they have some root crops that they harvest in the right season.
The friendship that has been established between us wasn't ideal, her father strongly disapproves every little interaction that we had.
If only he knew that I would never hurt her daughter...
But her father hates me so much. That I can't complain from him, I'm not trustworthy to begin with. Whenever he sees me, his anger would just rise up that he would want to bring me to my grave. Often times, he'll stone me till I gain enough distance away from their place and his daughter. There's this one instance that my head got heavily injured due to his strikes and I was really scared.
I really thought it was the end of my life, but my damsel just came in at the right time to save me from my fall.
"Hush now, my beau. I promise you will never be hurt again." her touch that lingers up to my soul, if I ever have one, has created a deep affection that I only felt from her. I just came into their place to pest their root crops, I never thought that I would... why is this human making me feel these things?
Is it even possible? To have that feeling of strong admiration towards someone, whom I know I can never have? Just the thought of this girl being with me gives my existence a whole new reason to wake up each day. If only I could really be like them.
And so her smile, taught me the real meaning of love. I always come to her whenever her father is not around, we'll just play the game she thought me: to run and search for the things that she threw somewhere. That's tiresome I admit, but I do my best just to gain her sheer happiness.
But I guess every happy memory of a human demands to be tainted with a juncture of a heart wrenching sadness.
Her father caught us. I was busy searching for a little ball that she threw among the planted root crops that I didn't noticed that they were destroyed. It was all too late when I saw her father holding a dangerous weapon that can surely kill me.
I didn't received the bullet that was supposed to pierce my body. Her daughter again came in the very right time to have her body shot instead. I watched her slowly falling to the ground, all the blood emanates from her right chest through her clothes.
"Damn you, you're a dimwit fox! I shouldn't have killed my daughter if only you didn't messed up our lives. You happy now? You cunning, manipulative hoe! Get out of here now or else I'll tear up your body in pieces!"
I didn't want to leave her. Though my senses hinted the probable harm that I may get, I chose to walk towards her.
Then a painful shot penetrated my body. I didn't get close enough to her body so with all the strength that I have I groveled to the ground till I lie near her arms.
My foot nudged her finger and she turned to me and smiled. "I love you, beau."
And then she closed her eyes. I cried the hardest that I can, though my howls would severely weaken my dying body. I can feel too that I may leave soon; and where she will go, I dearly hope she's happy.
To that one human who taught me the language of love, I can never forget you.
