Written in Reverse (One-shot)

Twenty four hours. Twenty four long hours of missing him. Twenty four hours of indescribable agony. Twenty four hours of losing him. Twenty four hours of being numb. "Where are you?" "Why did you leave me?" "Please come back." Questions and phrases I want to ask and say to that one person that left without an explanation...

Faint music is playing in the background, but I can only make out a few words from the song. As I look at the setting sun before me, I have come to realize that I somehow survived a day without him. A day, 24 hours, 86 400 seconds.

A day. It might not seem a lot to some people, but a day can make you realize so much, can make you feel so much. We begin our life in a day, we die in a day, we fall in love in a day, we get lost in a day, and we get found in a day. A day can hold a lot of events, some good and some bad, but none the less, a day can change your life forever.

By the time that I have realized that staying here would be hopeless, the sun has set completely, the horizon no longer filled with the shades of purple, pink and orange. In its place was a black abyss, the stars, absent from their usually sparkling places. The cold breeze hitting my face, and yet I could not feel the cold, instead of a shiver, I feel nothing at all.

Is it possible that the ability to feel, to feel anything at all, can be taken away when the person who holds your heart leaves? Another question that I am yet to find the answer to. As I start my journey homeward, I start to reminisce the times when I still had the ability to feel warmth and love.

Coincidentally, I was passing by a certain place that held so many memories, a place filled with happiness and sadness and other things in between. Although it's past school hours, I still pushed pass the door and continued entering the Campus.

A huge burst of euphoria hit me once I have fully entered the University. It was like memories that this place held hit me like a strong gust of wind. The first thing that my eyes landed on was a fountain, something I have come to know as "the Fountain of Love"

Don't get me wrong, it's just an ordinarily-looking fountain. It sprays water from the top and the water cascades slowly downwards, joining together at the bottom, only to be shot back up once again. At a single glance you would not have had any idea how a normal ornament, can be connected with love. But the reason to it is very simple, this is where love first found me.

It was a few years back, some time between November and December. Leaves of red, yellow and orange scattered all throughout the campus, causing faint rustles to be heard every time one steps forward.

Our professors were busy arranging for the Presentations prepared by each department, people hustling round and about, trying to make the finishing touches for their performances. I have always been part of these things, performing in front of hundreds of people, helping in preparing whatever needs to be done, but for some reason, I did not want to participate in the mass of bodies that are psyched and frantic about their performances in a few hours.

Instead I have found myself seated at the base of the School's fountain, staring and wondering in awe about how the water falls gracefully, and how tiny droplets of the substance leave pinpricks of dark blue on my otherwise light blue dress. I was in this scenario when I heard a person's cough from behind me. The sudden sound waking me out of my reverie, calling to my attention the presence of a boy before me.