Amber

(11) Krishna

I twisted and turned under Ivy the whole night, not trying to focus on what I said to Jared sometime before. He angrily walked away from me, but I didn't blame myself for his annoyance. He was the one who thought that my diary was 'just' a diary. After all these years we spent together, this is how he understood me.

I lay under Ivy, the beams of moonlight sneaking their way from between the little spaces in her canopy. She hadn't spoken since I came to her. No matter how miserably I begged her to at least say something, no matter how much I yelled at her and expressed my grief, she gave no response. Absolutely nothing. On the first day we met, she read my mind and consoled me like no one had done in a long time. I couldn't believe I made friends with a tree that day. Slowly, I started believing that miracles do happen. The world was not yet against my entire existence and I started to believe in love. Today, when I needed her, she refused to even respond to my misery.

I let out a sharp breath and counted on how many people I had lost. First, my parents, whose value I realised after they left me. Then Grandma, who taught me to be grateful for life and count on the good things.

Then Ivy, who was someone I started to believe was sent by God to bring a new meaning to my life. And now, Jared, I hate to accept, the only family I had and who stood by me during the bad times.

Nobody stayed. The moment I wanted to clutch to the moment, I watched it get destroyed into tiny bits right in front of my eyes. The moment I wanted someone to stay, I saw myself lose them forever.

From the day my parents died, I knew my life was jinxed: as if someone had cast a deadly spell on me. I had lost the count of how many times I had wished that I had died in that car crash instead of my parents.

Maybe God didn't want me to die at once but instead snatch all my loved ones from me, one by one, and let me die with a slow poison of abandonment. Maybe this is a gesture of God to tell me that I no longer need to live, that I should end my life before he has to kill me himself. 

I had been holding on too tight and this was my punishment. For taking all of the people for granted but not wanting the beautiful moments to end. They did, eventually taking all my happiness and the meaning from my life.

A shiver ran down my spine. I wished to die with my Grandma. I would die with her diary. I stepped forward but the earth beneath my feet began to rumble. The greenery on the hill was haunting me for the first time. The atmosphere was aggravated and high speed winds started blowing out of nowhere. For the first time in my life had I seen this place so uncomfortable, devoid of peace.

A sudden wind pushed me backwards in Ivy's lap and a voice echoed on the hill.

"The first day I met you, I told you that you are brave. This is the time, Amber. You are being tested. Tell me, will you ever be able to forgive yourself if you end everything just in the flow of emotions. You will be called a coward!"

"But this... this sadness won't end." I murmured shakily.

"How dare you say that sadness won't end when you yourself are a witness to the end of your happiness?"

I stared at the ground. Never had I seen Ivy so dominant, so austere.

She continued, "Amber, you and I are two of the endless creations of Him. We know this, but we are constantly needed to be reminded of this knowledge. No creatures in this world thrives without a purpose."

"But I have nobody!" I cried.

"Look around yourself, and you shall find meaning. You shall find peace."

I looked up at her and said, "Ivy, everything you say is easy to preach and understand by someone who hasn't lost fam–"

"Family, Woo Hoo! Who's talkin' 'bout faaamily?"

This playful voice wasn't Ivy's. I wondered who could it be.

"Oh C'mon, look at me y'all."

I turned around and found myself facing the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her glowing face in the moonlight seemed to exhibit a whole lot about her.

She looked at me questioningly with the stunning hazel eyes of hers as I stared at her in awe. Her cherry lips formed a half smile.

"Now YOU," she put both her hands on my shoulders hardly, "should be Amber."

"Y-yes I a-am," I answered.

"Stop stammering, will you?" Like... I know you like think thinking too much, BUUT," she looked at me with the corner of her eye and put her finger towards me, "don't-do-it-in-front-of-me."

Jumping in the air with one leg, she starred circling me and kept talking to herself, "NOOW you must be thinking why I have these-sudden-changes-in-the-speed-of-my-speech, BUUT, I must tell you," she faced me and narrowed her eyes, "mind-your-own-business!"

"Ah, okay. I agree." I said before getting lost in her aura once again.

"Where are your manners, Krishna?" Ivy's voice said.

"YAAAA IVY!"

She held out a hand in front of me and we both shook hands.

"I'm Krishna," she grinned.

"I'm Amber," I said.

I glanced at her dark, curly hair hanging down till her hips and majestic eyes once again, after which I took notice of her blue attire. From top to bottom, she was dressed in blue. It was a shade I had never seen before. It was so incomplete, so imperfect and yet, so beautiful.

She closed her eyes and raised her eyebrows, "Now MAY I ASK YOUUU~"

"Krishna, control," said Ivy, admonishing Krishna.

Krishna opened her eyes and her eyebrows still raised, said, "I know. So how ARE YOU, Amber?"

"Terrible," we both said in sync.

Before I could realise, the girl before me broke into a great fit of laughter, gasping for breath in between. I thought it was strange to laugh so carelessly, unaware of anyone who might judge her and take mental notes about her personality.

"––– Okay –––– AH PLEASE."

Finally, she stopped laughing and looked at me in awe, "I wonder how you managed to suppress your laugh at such a funny moment."

She shook her head and grabbed both of my hands. She took the lead and dragged me away from Ivy, springing up and down with each step of hers.

"You're such a bore, Ivy. I'll show you the world."

A/N:-
What do you feel about Krishna? I love her. In fact, I love people like her.