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Sunday, October 21, 2007
As the radiant ball of flames fades itself into the horizon, the lunar beau rose from her slumber and slowly set sail upon the night skies. The streets now slowly filled with vehicles. Honks were almost everywhere, as if trying to compete with one another, a competition to see who is the loudest perhaps. At the same time, night lights begun to lit themselves simultaneously. Streets lamps flicked on and soon the whole city's night life came alive. Well, almost the whole city at least.
He was excited. He was about to meet her. The thoughts of her estacised him. He had been addicted to her like a drug user to his drug. To him, she was his life. His everything. If anyone ask him who she is to him, with no doubt he would say her to be his source of living, his heart and like the oxygen anyone would need to be alive. Perhaps more, he thought.
Today had to be the day, today is the day, and he was sure. He had a surprise for her, and she had hers for him, or so she told him over the phone. He could hardly contain his excitement. Today, was their seventh year together, and they had agreed, that seven is one of their favourite numbers, and he was positive that his surprise would be greater than hers. He was positive as if he was a proton himself. He could hardly contain his excitement of seeing her face, her shock and joy. He couldn't help it, his heart was thumping hard and he could hear it. A drum is being played within him, loud and crystal clear.
He was about to propose.
He had everything ready. His ring, his flowers, his best suit, and most importantly, his surprise. Something which took him some three months to prepare. He just couldn't help it. He was over her, the lunar beau of course. A new chapter in his life was about to unfold. Their happy times together played in his mind as if he was watching a movie film. He was dizzy, with happiness.
Over the phone, she didn't sound quite as happy or excited. He thought, may be it was part of her surprise for him, or that she was just too tired from the day's work. He could easily place it aside, for today is his day.
Looking at his watch, he knew that he was three minutes late. Just as he planned. He just didn't want her to see anything of it before he give it to her. He had wanted it to go well, to see her surprised, to see her smile and everything. It just had to be her.
They had agreed to meet at the hotel where they first met. It over looked the ocean, with the night diamonds above the blanket. The blanket shimmered the shine of diamond overhead. The blanket where they had first met. Where he had accidentally knocked her over, and into the blanket. Guilt at first, had caused him to come to the decision of getting her a room there to dry herself up. Their first meeting was ironically, somewhat out of a movie scene - romantic. The truth is stranger than fiction, and that was what he thought when they had first met.
He patted the ring in his pocket, half-expecting it to jump out of its hiding place to meet its new owner, her. He double checked his watch, and stood before the square of the hotel. Took a deep breath, calmed his nerves and moved in.
Once inside, it felt as if all eyes had detached themselves off their owners onto him. It was brief, and he felt relieved. He scanned his surrounding, then spotted her at the exact corner where they had their first meal, together. She was beautiful, perhaps his mood, perhaps the truth, but she was pretty, best he could ever remembered her to be. It is not as if she had been ugly or anything to begin with, she just seem better looking today. Best of anyone he had ever laid eyes on, at least before their wedding day.
She looked grim, lost in thought. Perhaps stress at work? He decided to let it pass. All can wait, because it is today, his day, her day, the day, their day. He steadied himself and walked across towards her. As usual, the corner has three seats. He took his place, opposite her. He handed her her favourite flowers. She smiled. Quite forcefully, yet it went by him unnoticed, he was in the mood. He placed his order, and excused himself off to the gents.
She, was still lost in thought. Nodding absent-mindedly to all that he was saying.
Once out of her sight, he pulled the waiter aside, left specific instructions as to what he is to do with the ring. He then went back and took his place, back into the corner.
Perhaps he had no intelligence quotion at all, or, its his emotional quotion that he lacks in. May be both. once settled down, he asked her the question which would change his life. The question is mistake.
She looked at him. Tears welled, and everything just came out of her like she should had so, so many years ago. She had been having another him. He was the third party. He sat there, too numbed and stunned. His world and vision blurred before him. He saw tables collapsing, plates shattering, laughs and giggles, everyone pointed at him. He felt helplessly ridiculed. Yet, the hotel was bustling, busy, but not noisy. His vision was his world, different from reality, and much further from his fantasy.
Then, he felt the familiar touch of her hands. He withdrew. He knew now that it is wrong. He got up and left. She went after him, however, he had already lost himself into the busy street. Now its exactly nineteen fifteen, the peace of the night were interrupted. Loud booms were heard. It caught all eyes as the veils of darkness lit and the diamonds of the night disappeared. Written in her veils, were the words, "I Love You, Will You Marry Me?", and almost instantaneously, the bell boy came running after her, with a dish in his hand, a brief explanation was made. She lifted up the cover, laid in there was a glitter. She knew it immediately, she knew what it was meant to be.
Before she could get over her shock, and find herself back, she was lost once again. As if on cue, she heard a loud bang of accident which broke the woo-haa of the crowd, now all attention turned towards the source of the "big-bang".
Fear gripped her, little does she knows that she was in for more than she could handle. Her him, her him whom she had told the him about had knocked the crushed him. Knocked back into the depths of blanket which shimmered. Ripples were sent across over a metre. He couldn't make it. The impact had broken his legs. He lost the will to move. He closed his eyes, and took it as it came.
He lost conscious. Then after a few minutes, he floated back up. Hopeless.
On shore, everything was in a chaos. She was lost. Her him grabbed her, and fled the scene, something he would not have done had he survived, but this was not him, this, this was her him. They faded into the night's darkness.
Too much excitement for the day, and the lunar beau had seen too much, then the skies cried. It cried like one who had lost a loved one, perhaps, mourning over the angel it had lost on this fateful night.
All was lost. All lost in this cruel twisted fate which he could only suffer in the other side of the dimension...
