I can't believe he's the same person, I left 5 years ago. A charming, yet silent but a friendly guy. A passionate sportsman. In fact he was one among the champions of our high school soccer team. His name is. A tall and handsome boy. He wore that cute smile on his face whenever I see him. And that was the most attractive melancholy about him.
May be, I had never knew him. We never had such a talk to remember. I was new to the place. I rarely knew them all. All my years of education in military cottage had made me less of a girl. I was a fighter in my parent's eyes. They wanted me to live like them. Nothing less than a civil servant. But I never wanted to. I never belonged in those dreams. I never gave my ears for that. The way I lived like a corpse breaks my heart now. I had always thought it would have been better if I ever had a friend.
A friend. I always thought I'm the luckiest in every herd. I always thought childhood is the most wonderful days of a person's life. To the contrary, it is. But we never realized. The days of unconditional deeds. The unconditional bonds made during the early years of our life. There is a naughty child in everyone. He is that one caught my eyes for the first time. I might say that it's my first love. But I could find a common interest with him. He was different. Such an attention seeker. A mysterious one actually. But I believed something connected us both. I was always behind his complexities. Once he was an investigatory project and he always remains an unsolved mystery. And today, everything ended like a nightmare. Ended like I never wanted to remember that day.
That day I reached there. 1st of December 2013. It was a stone cold winter evening. A long 5 hour journey was tiresome. It was that night when I reached my apartment room in 13th floor of the great Alonzo tower. It was accidental that we got the job in the same place, Tokyo. And now we are neighbors somehow. "Are you still sad buddy?" I asked him in a confidence in our friendship through our talks that developed over the last few weeks after our meet. Instead, he said "Remember that kid who said before he died, I'll tell god everything. And looks like he did." I didn't quite get him, as always. I never got what he had in his mind and it was the saddest thought for me. Indeed there must have a reason. That very next, night we walked in and around Takirsti Street to find something from that new place. Takirsti, a place where night is wide awake even in the most deadly hours. A place where the city never sleep. It was one of the most beautiful places I've ever been to. The vintage lights and the Gregorian style of architecture made it a sight of wonder. Every little stalls and pavements were unavoidably clean and eye-catching. Even the little street lamps with fluorescent yellow lights made the whole street alive. That was the kind of place I always wanted to travel to and find a hostage. Where did I meet him! I remember it vaguely. I've never travelled back to time and find a small talk with him. But I always wanted to. We never even had a glance. Even though, I still wonder, how did he become so important in my life? I never chased him except those days when we were together in our high school. I was just curious about that one person. And still I'm wondering what I would do without him hereafter. I'm not sobbing: Not even crying: but I can really hear every beat of my heart stops for a while and hit hard on my chest and every part breaks into pieces that I couldn't even stop. I'm not even dying with a drop of tear. I'm so numb, so freezed than the coffin in which he sleeps peacefully forever. I really do hope, now he solved all his problems. But he didn't keep his promise.