Three Sisters; A Breeze's love

Prologue

Prologue; Turning Point, June 30th 2012

This chair is the most uncomfortable chair in the history of chairs.

I told myself this phrase, again and again, to try and push back my feelings far away, to busy my mind on something else than this pain that tightened my heart. To erase those heavy vibrations in this room which burdened my shoulders and made me desire nothing else than to roll myself under that blasted chair, to get those eyes away from me. I stared at the podium in the front of the room, and nothing else, because if I showed any signs of weakness, my burning and swollen eyes would again let those flows of lava escape, streaming on my cheeks, ruthless on my painful, dry skin. I would like to cover my ears, muting the sound those violins that were only making it worse, and were brutally bringing us all unquestionably back to the reality of this moment, of this situation that no one wanted; why over a hundred people got here, inside this room that could not seem to welcome more than fifty, that packed all these mumbling folks into an uncomfortable lot. And it was my fault. He was gone because of me.

This chair is the most uncomfortable chair in the history of chairs.

The glue from the plaster tape in the inside of my elbow and the back of my hands itched bad, I wanted to rip them of my skin, like the seven stitches on my forehead. The warm and moist inside of my L shaped cast on my arm gave me the urge to take the bookmark they gave us and lose it between the unpleasant wool and my skin to ease the pain. Those tights were embarrassing and irritating... too new. And those magnificent small, heeled boots only made to be presented were squeezing my feet in the most unnatural position, I wanted to throw them in the front of the room and escape from here, making holes in those nets that were imprisoning my two legs. one stone two birds... That would only leave us with that chic borrowed dress that squeezed my ribs and crushed my breasts, keeping me from properly breathing on top of making me extremely uncomfortable. There was a reason why I hadn't worn dresses since kindergarten... until... last week... for his...

This chair is the most uncomfortable chair in the...

Someone coughed to interrupt my running thoughts and I came back to my senses to see a familiar young woman standing behind the podium, in front of the mic. Her hair, normally dressed with bright colors, today were only a simple but shiny black, and her face wore less make-up; beside her white-ish foundation, her eyes and lips were only covered by a thick layer of black. Judging by the two slips of dark mess on her cheeks, and her handkerchief sullied by makeup, she could not hold back her tears during the welcoming. Watching her, trying to be strong in front of all these people with us today, a ball of emotions climbed its way in my throat, and I could not make it go away.

- Thank you all for being present on this.... occasion, she said without finding another way to politely introduce the situation.

I would congratulate her for her composure, if I did not see around her, swaying like flames, a pink energy, tainted with dark gray. As if she tried to reach around her for comfort, the flames came and went in a desperate dance. Those bloody pills...

- It's always surprising to see how much a simple person had such an effect on us when they're not here anymore, Gwen reads aloud, sticking to her text not to be too emotive. Even more surprising when we can see that this person could have had that effect on so many people. If you are with us today, you have been touched, near or far, by the light of this wonderful person that left us last week.

Gwen's voice seemed to die as she says these last words. A few sobs tore the heavy silence, while his best friend tried to get a hold on herself. She brought her tissue to her eyes, softly wiping the tears away as she involuntarily sniffed in the mic. After a few seconds, it became obvious that she wouldn't be able to keep going for a while and someone joined her, a person I knew, but I needed a few seconds to remember. The young woman passing her hands on my distressed friend's back was her girlfriend. Gwen then stepped back from the mic to let a sob out, that still resounded in the small room. She took her girlfriend's hand and coughed a little before standing straight again, trying to look strong or to cover her trembling voice.

- He was enjoying life so much, simply, and had such a big heart. He was smiling through storms and was bringing the sun back with only his presence. Everywhere he went, he was followed by a breeze of fresh air that could bring back a smile on your face on your worst days. He was one of those who could mute every sound with only his voice, like he could hypnotize crowds, all would listen, even he talked about the breeding cycle of snails.

In the room, some people, probably classmates, let out a few bitter laughs, remembering this particular anecdote. This memory even managed to crack a smile on Gwen's face, that had to step back once more. With a sigh, she faced to crowd again, determined to let everyone know what she was feeling.

- I didn't know him for that long, but he had this ambition to become my friend on his first day of school... as soon as we met, we knew that we would be inseparable until the end. He approached me like he already knew me. As if he already knew that he... He was that connection, that unconditional best friend. He was one for me one of those rare people with whom one look could mean a thousand words. He was the only one who could make me tell my deepest secrets without even trying. I was his shadow, and he was my light

The silence lived one, heavier and heavier, it took an unbearable number of seconds before the string quartet started to play once more. Gwen stepped back from the podium. I made the mistake of following her movement, my eyes falling to the picture she walked by, crying, her girlfriend trying to comfort her. Chosen for the... event, the picture captured a perfect, magical, amazing, moment that happened a few weeks ago. At that time, we could not think that the first time we would show it to the world would be here... with only one of us present. A few weeks back, life had open for us its greatest window, with view on an ocean of possibilities, on a breathtaking sky spreading to infinity, both mixing on the horizon. At that time, who could have thought that the mere idea of storm, a simple roll of thunder far, far away, could close this window like a guillotine, shutting its cutting edge on our lives?

Now, I'm stock here, and the thunder growls et roars, the wind blows and screams, the ocean sways and rolls, and I'm too scared to look up to see the sky to confirm that this once paradise became a real nightmare.

My eyes were still glued on that picture. The planning committee cropped it and obscured the background, one could barely discern me by his side. Though, his arm was around my shoulders. His smile was so wide. I had never seen a man cry with joy before that day... happiest day of my life that is today but a mere memory, deafened by the heaviness of this new reality that takes in every little bits of my mind with its terrible darkness. The world had truly lost all of its light.