Here Comes The Sun

nineteen

july 17th
toronto

    IT WAS ASTONISHING HOW ONE SPECIFIC HUMAN BEING COULD MAKE YOUR DAYS MISERABLE, it was amazing how the smallest thing that reminded you of that one person could make you feel their presence around you, and it sometimes was even scary how your mind tricked you into thinking that person was around when you caught a scent remotely smelling like theirs. To others, that person was just another person on this crowded earth, but to you, to you they were so easily distinguishable from others and so incredibly special. I'd never be able to fully understand that, especially not the part where all of those feelings suddenly went away. The person that was so special to you, suddenly became like the others. No butterflies in your stomach whenever they were around, no feelings, no attachment. Love was such a weird thing.

    I looked down at the doodles in my notebook which tried to clarify the concept of love, but in the end nothing made sense to me. I felt Miles' gaze burning in the book as well, therefore I quickly closed it and looked him.

    "What's more interesting than this lecture? Right, the never-ending questions about love," he said quietly to not interrupt the lecture. Some students glared at us, so I tried to respond even more quiet than Miles.

    "Want to grab some iced coffee after this lecture?" I whispered.

    "Sure, but I have an appointment for the project at four, so we'll have to make it quick."

    I nodded. "That's fine." 

    "How's your project doing?" he curiously asked.

    "Pretty good actually, I've been working my ass of the past couple of days. Specialists at the oncology department were really excited to hear about my idea."

    "That's good to hear."

    After the long lecture, we got to a cute little bar where they sold the best coffee. It was incomparable to the overpriced drinks from Starbucks. I quietly sipped my coffee as I watched the gorgeous woman on the news talk about what was happening on this dying planet. Important forests were burning down, tons of people were being killed for no good reason, the government was fucking us only for the sake of money, and I couldn't help but think to myself where all of that was going to bring us. Were the following generations going to be just like us, or worse? Or won't they exist at all, because we've killed earth?

    The woman presenting seemed confused for a couple of seconds when she heard something through probably the little earbud we couldn't see. "There is breaking news about a live broadcast by a terrorist organization. We will show you the live images."

    Soon after, a group of people in a very dark placed appeared on the screen, the people hiding their identities behind a frightening mask. One of them stepped forward to be in the center of the screen.

    "We are Four Zero Nine and we are the ones that killed politician Sean Feingold," he spoke with an edited voice. Hairs all over my body stood up straight, and I looked over at Miles who looked as shocked as I was. "We are here to send you a message. We are the ones that should rule the world, starting off with Canada; the place of our homes, and we will destroy anyone who stands in our way. We fight for what God would have wanted, even if that takes killing evil souls! Frighten us not, frighten those who ruin our world."

    In the background, there were signs hung up saying things like: "The Feingolds will die" and "Barack Obama is dead". And when the screen turned completely black and the whole café was ghost silent, I could hear my loud heartbeat. Angst howled through my entire body, and I couldn't imagine what The Feingolds must've felt like.

    "We uh— we have another livestream coming through. Broadcasted by Sean Feingold's son, Hart Feingold."

    My hart sunk, and I could feel Miles looking at me.

    Hart's low-quality appeared on the screen, and it looked like he was recording from a laptop.

    "Hello everybody. I just want to clarify a couple of things now that our political situation is a bit messy. I hereby announce that I will be taking over my father's duties and eventually will run for president of Canada. I, and the team that had supported my father in his political choices, will make sure Canada will become the place it once was, the place in which we peacefully grew up, the place where we could rely on and trust the government. I will create peace at its finest, I will do anything against the climate change which requires collaborating with large countries such as America, I will put my heart into making every single citizen love the country they get to live in and make them feel safe. I stand behind the opinions of my father and will continue the path he was supposed to walk. And there is not a single group of pusillanimous amateurs who call themselves terrorists who can stop me. You can't fight evil by using the methods God will send you to hell for. Four Zero Nine, my team and I will hunt you down and punish you in the apt way you deserve to be punished; banned from Canada. We aren't scared of you. Thank you, Canada!" 

    Everyone in the café started cheering deafeningly, but I wasn't happy with that. Hart had just told the terrorist who brutally killed his father and more innocent people that it was game on. What if Hart and his team couldn't hunt down Four Zero Nine, and it was the other way around? Not only I would lose someone I cared about, Canada would lose someone they cared about and their last hope to make this country great again.

    "Mom, I'm really sorry I can't be at the hospital tonight, but I just . . . I have to talk to Hart. You probably have already heard the news. Alright, I'll see you tonight. I'll make dinner for tonight," I spoke in the voicemail to my mother.

    I put my phone back into my bag and looked up to the grand gates in front of me, holding everyone back from freely entering Sean Feingold's house in which Hart now lived.

    "Can I help you ma'am?" a security guard asked.

    "I'm here to see Hart."