Tell me your dreams | 39

Two weeks later I was ready to go home and meet the person I had missed like hell.
Unfortunately, some inevitable problems started to surface on that such 'eventful' day; and that held me back for another one long day in Ipoh.

The next morning I woke up early, feeling so very eager.
Excited, I reached for my phone, and browsed through exactly 13 messages. They were from a bunch of loyal friends who were waiting for me back in Taiping. Except, for one, which came from the person I was going to surprise, Koko.

It wrote;

'Hye, I'm sorry to bother you but NOW I think I know what you want. I'm texting you to tell you that I am, with an open heart, ready to let you go. I want you to know that you are a, very special boy, and I bet a lot of people thought the same. At one point I feel as if I do not deserve you. There are thousands of people out there who are willingly wanting to take care of you. I know that, and you know it too. I really hope that you are and will be happy, without me. Goodbye.'

Everything went dark as soon as I had finished reading the message, as if those things around me were gradually enveloped by a thick black fog. The next thing I remember was that my friend whom house I was staying, was calling for help.

Of course, my heart was bruised, and they said, the only thing that can cure your pain is time. But that was certainly not working for me, because once in awhile those things that had happened, good and bad, sweet and sour, pleasure and pain, would come to my mind and soul, flashing and killing.

There is a question that has never been answered which wanders around more like a puzzle that has never been touched, let alone solved. It has its own complicated way of succeeding - to drive me crazy, pushing me to the edge, urging me to threat for an answer of the question of 'why?'.

"TELL ME!"

The end.