Bad Timing

Chapter 28

Angel's Pov

I belong to the people who believe that every person in your life comes and goes with a purpose.

Even if it has a small significance whether that means being acquainted with someone on an elevator or even a total stranger passing by in the street. You don't know what that person was meant to pass by for. Maybe, that could be the person that you are going spent your life with or being some long relative you didn't even know you had.

You don't know...

All I'm trying to say is that, everyone that comes in your life has a purpose to teach you something, to put a brick in the building that is your personality.

Even if that means to hurt you...

I read once in a book that our lives are not measured by the years we live but by the people we touch around us.

I didn't understand it then what it meant. If you ask me, I still quite don't.

Why should it matter who we are by getting influenced by others? You are you. That's the only thing anyone is sure about. But the point is who are you exactly?

Why the choices of your parents' or your friends' should define the person you are now? Why can we grow pass it and let the choices of ours define who we are?

Those things had being running in my head the last few days. That dreadful day that marked my life is coming in two weeks.

The day my brother died.

My choices affected not only me and him but my whole family. Because of me we can't celebrate Easter the way we supposed to. The heaviness of that day is too much and it's upon all of my family.

Well...except the twins. They are still babies. They are so lucky.

That's why I had to leave, to go for a walk on the neighbourhood, to clear my head.

I walk by the 'superb' houses, as some may say, and realise that all are the same. Even the decorations...

Why can we be different? Why everyone has to have the same things just to fit in?

If Percy have heard my thoughts right now, he would have responded with that goofy smile of his and say "Because that's how society works, little sis. If you want to make a difference, then do it. Don't go with what other people say."

I always wanted to do that, to be different. I guess, I kinda did that. I didn't fit in with other people but I didn't make any difference. I was different from everyone.

On the contrary, my brother did make a difference back then. He was smart, kind, generous. People loved him and he loved making new things.

The thought makes me smile. His imagination was an extraordinary tool and he used it well. Very well...

He got into a MIT way early than supposed to. He finished school only when I was eleven and built new inventions that only his imagination could do.

At the age of seventeen only and he had the entire world at his feet.

And he is gone because of me...

I see at the distance the playground of our neighbourhood and sit at an empty bench near the swings.

I like coming here. I really do. It relaxes me very much. I close my eyes and lean my head on the bench. I open them and face the colourful sky.

I really love the way the sun gives to the sky these colours when he leaves. This sight gives me hopes that my life can be as it was...