It was this day that we met; and it was this day that startled me. That evening, the street was fresh and the day was bright. Rain poured hard on mother earth with all its might. Suddenly there was this feeling of taking a walk in the rain came to me, and so I did. I did not recall how long haven’t I seen such a heavy rain and how long haven’t I felt this troublelessly? Actually, I wasn’t really that trouble free. There was all these articles sitting on my bed waiting for me to read, and there was all these reviews lying on my desk longing me to take a peek. I wasn’t really that trouble free.

　　Walking down the empty street feeling satisfied, I smiled as there’s no ugliness such as war and crime out there. But I know better than anyone there has no such thing as no ugliness out there because all the pieces covered my bed are about that. It was such a good day. The heaven dropped its tears to wash the sin of mankind, but its tears weren’t enough to wash out all the dirt covered the world.

　　When I looked up from the short-life water butterflies, I found myself on the other side of the elementary school playground down the street. It was so energetic and original and…sad. Every single piece of the constructions on the ground was tearing, crying for the stouthearted of mankind.

　　I wandered around and around and around in the same fifty square feet playground with no thought. In a flash, something caught my eye. It was you, the first breathing creature I had seen after I shut the door. You were sitting alone on top of the construction located at the center of the ground. Your soaked black jacket and your gold-brown skin matched with your spiky hair and your cold-blooded eyes created a statue of Prince Evil. He’s sad was the first thought come to me ever since I locked the door. I stopped; you looked; and we gazed each other.

　　It was your temperatureless eyes divulged your pain. I stood tranquilly and you sat silently. I wanted to tell you it’s fine, but my body couldn’t function well. I wanted to climb up and sit by you, but my feet rooted in the ground. I wanted to give you a hug and comfort your wound, but with the fact we are strangers I killed the thought. I stood; you sat; and we gazed each other.

　　Your brutal smile angered me that I wanted to rip it off; your frosty eyes hauled my tenderness that I wanted to melt your iceberg; your stillness stirred my calm that I wanted to take you for a walk. However, I didn’t move a bit nor make a sound.

　　The place was so quiet that the hatch of the water butterflies irritated our aura. With no thought, I closed the umbrella, walked up the stair and sat by your side. You made no move except your bleak eyes. I introduced myself as a kindergarten does.

　　“Auron.” Your voice wasn’t a bit warmer than your eyes.

　　“Hi, Auron, do you live around?” Your cruel smile widened and did not answer. “I live in the third house count up from the school.” I then said.

　　The cold took over my entire body from head to toe quickly as a warrior carried out an order. I trembled slightly, and before I realized it, a jacket covered me. It was completely dry and full of your scent. I looked and only saw your barbarian smile. “This is the last of it.” You replied to my stare moments later. I was puzzled but smiled, and let the rain bathed us. We sat and watched the rain. Your phone broke our peace, you did not answer.

　　Not long after your phone died out, you got up and walked down the construction.

　　“Are we going to meet again?” The question broke out of my throat. You turned and smiled as I said something idiotic.

　　“You will regret the next time we meet.” You answered before you exited the school ground.

　　The next day I passed by the school, I was dumbfounded. It was less than twenty-four hours that children were running in and out, making noises. Now, it was the constructors and constructive vehicle moving about and creating the clamor. All the structures stood on mother earth were lying on ground, even the one in the center of the playground.

　　This is the last of it, your voice sounded beside my ears. I shuddered.

　　How does he know? I thought to myself. But no answer has come.

　　Two days later, I dreamed we came across again in a school playground and the minute after you disappear, the place was destroyed. Every single piece of the school is crashed into dirt; even the art drew by the first graders. And your humanless voice echoes in the air, “This is the last of it. This is the last of it…”

　　Although I came watch the process everyday since the dream, I’ve never get close to it. It reminds me the dream. By May, the new construction was completed. From the dwelling to the driveway to each and every grass, everything is new. The family moved in on the day of my graduation. I missed the only chance of meeting them. I did not regret it. However, with the new family moved in, my fear did not diminish. In fact, it went to opposite way. Very frequently I wake up in the middle of the night and stare at the black jacket in the closet until I fall asleep again. When I come home on weekends and holidays, I sometimes stay in the same spot I’ve stood about a month and watch.

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