"Don't leave me sister!" ''I love you sister!'' Elfida cried out with pain in her heart. It was a picture of a woman with a pretty face, red eyes, and a mucus-covered nose.
Listening to the interaction of the two sisters and the sound of rain, Aldrich turned his head and looked up at the sky. Silvanna's 'I want to hug you both.' He didn't seem to hear what he said.
Dark clouds, rain water accumulating on the glass and edge of the window...
For the last few months he had been in love with a woman named Silvanna. He wasn't taking sides. Sometimes what was called love was simply a combination of interests and values, and this love was called taking sides. Imagine you are a fan of a football club. The team you support plays very badly, it matches, its players are very aggressive and abusive ... Do you still like that team? Here Aldrich was not taking sides . It was a feeling he couldn't explain. Love? It's a word that someone else might feel uncomfortable hearing. It's a childish word and an offensive utterance.
He could use this concept, but he wouldn't accept it.
The woman he loved fell ill with a disease that plunged the entire medical world into chaos. Perhaps the people with 'power' and 'wealth' were plunged into chaos. After all, it was a causeless and unknown disease that could make worse than death if not killed. Although it is not a disease that can be seen in many people, it is a disease that can be seen in one out of every 800,000 people. This meant a disease that could be seen in 10,000 out of 8 billion people.
In fact, until a few months ago, this disease was not considered so rare. Well, when people with this disease one by one turned to earth and ashes, it became the rarest disease.
The disease had many alternative names.
'Zombie' or 'Anarchy of Rise? '. Or the 'Lucky 10,000' among those who lack the concept of empathy. Seriously, there are hearts in the human population that smell worse than rotten eggs...
The "big" evil caused by "little" people...
The patients initially showed mild cold symptoms. The disease worsened over time and they began to be treated in hospital beds. Their freedom was restricted by their health. Then gradually their bodies decomposed. All sense organs, nervous systems were collapsing. They were struggling to breathe as if the atmosphere the Earth gave them was suffocating them. Most of their days were spent in unconsciousness and depression.
Doctors saw how painful this disease was when examining patients' brain waves. Therefore, they had to submit an offer called 'relief'. Because there were waves of pain felt during the amputation of the leg due to the disease.
It was scary.
Ironically, the disease offered a reward to those it afflicted.
Those who could endure the disease became numb to the pain they initially felt. Their brains would fray the nerves from overstimulation and defend themselves against the pain. Because of the special and unknown question marks of the disease, it was a situation that could not be done with the surgical intervention of the doctors, and the patient had to endure this pain.
This feature of the disease was very effective in dragging the medical world into chaos. During the phantom pain caused by the disease, it was seen that the regions of the brain that received the impulse transmission from the nerve center were not used.
Aldrich is an ignorant man who is stunned by the order of nature and the vastness of many things he does not know. Aldrich's grandmother had a saying. "Ask for the better of death."
Seeing Aldrich Silvanna every day, he knew the weight of that sentence. It was just a few words thrown in, but the sentence contained a lifetime of experiences.
If people lived forever, that would be torture, not a blessing. Because human has a will. Will lets you own your thoughts. It is a concept that even mountains are afraid to undertake. Mountains would crack under the weight of this concept. It was the concept that made man the most valuable asset.
There were simple words and consolations, like an illness that is special to those who have willpower. What about the weak-willed? It was funny. Everyone had a will except those who did not have certain diseases. [1] Everyone is special in their own way, right? Who has a weak will? Would weak and strong make a difference?
At first, no one considered the 'relaxation' practice or wanted to make this proposal public. However, the recommendation was accepted among doctors, as patients lost their fragile mental health during the period of enduring pain. The events spread widely to the public with the relatives of the patients and certain connections.
But according to studies, there were no more than 10,000 patients. As time passed, interest faded and investment in the treatment of the disease was withdrawn. The public didn't know... Nobody cared. They were not the sick ones. It was more important to think about what he would do tomorrow.
Silvanna somehow became one of the few survivors of this disease. It has lasted until now. She was a poor girl trying to survive as a living soul, not knowing why she had fallen into this state.
But today Aldrich had an intuition.
He didn't know where this feeling came from, why it happened.
Like many things.
But what was meant to be was going to happen? It wouldn't have to be.
That was the law of nature.
Maybe Fate?
When is a person lonely?
When everyone he/she loves dies?
When all people die?
When you lose your way?
'Are the three ants' feelings so important?
Do our emotions matter?
Silvanna and her hopes insignificant? '
He could have answered himself.
It wasn't very important.
This is Real...
Real.
That didn't mean the three ants were worthless, it just meant that they were worthless to someone else. Maybe someone else is a person, maybe a cat crossing the street, maybe it's nature itself.
It was not a big deal.
Like the answer.
"Why should Silvanna go through this pain?"
"Is this her destiny and the role she must play?"
"What would my thoughts be if I was the one lying in that hospital bed in Silvanna's place?"
Aldrich took a deep breath in his thoughts. After a slight coughing fit, his brows wrinkled.
Something was missing.
Sound.
Realizing that he couldn't hear Silvanna's voice, Aldrich couldn't control the emotions that surged within him.
And then death comes...
You forget all the troubles in the world.
Calm down.
She is stronger than you.
But.
HE...
What was he supposed to do?
His confusion did not subside when he saw Silvanna's frail chest rise and fall.
He just wanted a little advice.
He just wanted to clear his doubts.
Fighting. She is still battling the disease. She is a struggle in every particle of time.
But Aldrich didn't know what he was fighting against.
Loneliness?
Disease?
Doubt?
Destiny?
These questions had not crossed his mind with hatred. His thoughts were not instantaneous. It was just simple curiosity. Whatever the answer, it would only satisfy his curiosity. Even if he couldn't hear Silvanna's voice, that was something that wouldn't change.
Death is sometimes a punishment, sometimes a gift, and often a blessing. I wonder why death exists because I live.
A lonely cat is curious.
But curiosity kills the cat.
The man with some dust, earth, wind, ups, and downs, and violent earthquakes were warned in the strange atmosphere environment when a loud noise echoed in his ears.
It was a sound similar to the sound of goat horns that medieval armies made before going to war to inform their armies and their culture, if any, to their gods.
Again.
Sound.
The sound had such a strange rhythm or feel to it that Aldrich's spirit hiding somewhere inside him was frightened. It was not a human-made sound. Unaware that fate had bound them together, the three people were witnessing history in their 'happiest' days.
Aldrich saw a blue color. It was like the ocean and the sky. They appeared before his eyes like dust particles floating in the air. Maybe these beautiful-looking beams of light would answer him. They would satisfy and destroy the so-called curiosity.
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[1]Although intellectual disability is included in the medical classification of diseases, it is not a medical disease. Although it can be classified as a psychiatric disorder, it is not a mental disorder either. I do not have sufficient medical knowledge and research knowledge on this subject. I have heard that people with Down's syndrome do not engage in behavior that can be called evil in modern society. It is difficult to call sick people who are mentally ill or unable to show mental competence as having 'will'. It's a complex subject. If you are sick or if there are people around you who have a disease, I wish with all my heart that God will heal you. Humanity's most valuable asset, but the most secret.