"Don't make me do this, Irene. STAND BACK!!!" he said in a deathly warning.
"All this time you had been feeding me with lies. All of you broke my trust, I WON'T BACK DOWN, Sander." She said.
She had to do it, she has to avenge her father's death a...
Like a shimmering shade of blue , the sky appears and they say yonder lay the souls of those who have passed away from this realm. They say, the souls of our loved ones watch us from up there, smiling at us. I wish , I could see just one smile , once again. The night was awaken by the dawn of the twinkling stars, the stars shimmered the entire night and again I sat down under this moon lit night.
It has been a year since she passed away and still these tears don't stop. We used to sit here and talk whenever we used to feel like. She used to tell me about her life before her car accident in which she lost the sensation in her legs , about her charming husband who died in the same accident and her weird stories about other worlds like the land of dreams, the river of life and what not. I used to love listening to her stories , they used to take me to another world, where there were fairies , fauns , the healing flower of the moon and things we can't even imagine. I used to dream about going there and believed in them but slowly as I grew up , I started facing the reality of life and stopped believing in those stories. Still I always found time for my seventy five year old best friend.
I still remember that fateful day when I lost Mrs. Johnson , when I heard about it , I felt numb , like all the blood has drained from my body and then the phase of denial , how could she leave me like that. For days I could not gather myself to come, visit her place and remember her for one last time but I had to do it now , I had to get over the past. I was miserable this whole year and could not get proper grades, this is my last year of school and I had to get excellent grades to go to the college I dream about.
My mom was told by Mrs. Johnson's lawyer that she left everything, she had, to me. She did not have any family of her own ,she was the only child of her parents , her husband had a brother but he never had a family of his own and died almost two years ago due to heart attack. I got up from the grass, brushed off my jeans of the grass blades and looked at the small but beautiful possession she has left for me.
That day started but not with a bright light,
The day told me , it was not a day that shone but took away a star that shone my life,
It took it far and far away from me.
It rained but not to make everything gay and bright,
It rained only to hide the tears I had in my eyes.
Just yesterday met and now so far,
Just yesterday talked and now so quiet,
Just yesterday laughed and now tears that won't stop.
I walked to the drawing room ,where still lay her books on theology, cultures, astronomy, mythology and her small diary in which she used to write down her favorite quotations, ideas or anything that interested her. "What are you writing Mrs.Johnson?" a seven year old me, asked curiously , she said "This fact here caught my eye, Irene." "What does it say?" she chuckled and said "Here it says- 'Peace is not something to fight for, it is something to live for and die for. It can make you see the beauty that lies beyond the substantial sight. It gives you strength at the hardest point of your life and it gives you hope to see the utmost beauty of life.'" "So am I that important, Mrs.Johnson?" "What do you mean, my dear?" she asked confused. "My name is Irene, Mrs.Johnson , I am the goddess of peace." I said laughingly. She had told me the meaning of my name when the first time I met her. But what she said in return still puzzles me, giving me a mischievous smile , she said , "You never know, Irene." It pains my heart still remembering those days but a smile finds its way on my face when I think about the times we used to just sit and talk, she was there with me whenever I needed her, at my worst ,at my best.
I was about to leave when a box on the desk caught my eye, it was never there before and I know it because I have been with her for almost twelve years. I got inquisitive and found myself slowly opening the box. When I opened it , the light that came out from it was so bright that I had to shield my eyes to accommodate to its light. Two words to describe what I saw – beautiful and magical. I was awestruck by it ,it looked so pure, so fragile that I felt if I just see it for long , it might get tainted. It was like a crystal , brighter and more beautiful than those I had ever seen and there was a bluish cloud inside it , I could see something in it. It looked like the turbidity is fading away and there was an image forming in it. I looked at it quite deeply , slowly getting drowned in the depth of the gem I was looking at, ever so slowly the image was forming, slowly I was losing body's consciousness and just getting mesmerized by the sheer beauty of it all, it felt like I was being hypnotized.
"Thump",I jumped a little because of the sudden noise, it came from outside. I quicklywent out and saw a beautiful , white feathered bird. It had a golden crown onits head , its wings almost touching the ground while it was sitting on thebranch of Mrs. Johnson's favorite tree, planted in her backyard. It was purewhite , maybe the size of an owl , it had the head of a peacock and it helditself as if it is full of pride. I was shocked to see it ,what kind of birdwas that, what is a bird like it doing here and that too at night, I had neverseen or even heard of anything like it before and how could it have made thatnoise by dropping the dustbin kept near the tree? It was getting weirder andweirder by every second, I shook my head crazily ,twice and when I opened myeyes , the bird was not there and the dustbin was not on the ground anymore butit was exactly at its place, like it had not been moved for days. I thoughtthat it was all my imagination, I had been taking too much stress lately. Butwas it? I thought to go home and relax a little , maybe that would make me feelbetter. Again I went inside and decided to take that stone with me to my houseand ask mom about it. I packed it in the same box and kept it inside myhandbag. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a red colored envelop , hanginghalf out. I took it out and I tore it open only to find a letter inside.
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