This Is His Life

 This is not my life. This is our lives. Our lives were like the threads of time itself; ready to be unraveled, broken, twisted then reformed again into a new thing, yet something that was completely different. Our lives were like twins in a womb- conjoined, yet not together. Such was the lives that we led, and we knew it right from the start, but now, we had no choice but to accept the fate that we were dealt. I knew someday this would happen, and he did too, but we chose to be ignorant, so the days came closer and closer, until time decided to play it's trump card. The time we spent on that faithful day was like a ray of light that shone on our boring day, but it was covered quickly. This is my story, no, our story.

  This was our last meeting, he and I knew this, but she didn't, and I was too conceited to tell her about our fates. Aaron was the only person who knew about our fates, and he tried to help us reverse this fate. As fate would have it though, life would pass the both of us by, and we would have returned back to the strangers that we were in our earlier years. So, in defiance of our fates, I fought, and took the last chance I had to clear up the mist shrouding the two of us. It was the afternoon practice for our class drama, and I met with Aaron outside the abandoned classrooms beside the field. I knew she would come here, because she always did whenever she needed time to cool her anger and disappointment. So I said, 

  "This is the end of this. I want to tell her about this, before things go out of hand, but I can't find the chance to tell her," I said to Aaron, who was very concerned about this meeting.
  "Are you sure about this? You know it won't end well right?" After Aaron had said this, I heard a voice echo through the wall of the dilapidated classroom and I knew she was eavesdropping on us. So I said with authority,
  "I'm sure. In fact, I even know she's listening to us right now. Come on out, you've been discovered."

  Aaron was a little surprised when he heard that but he hid it well under his face, and left promptly so that we could have a face-to-face, or rather, a heart-to-heart. She appeared, nervously, around the corner that hid us from the all-seeing eye of the school faculty and suddenly I felt nervous too. In that brief second of seeing her, I did something that I would regret for the rest of my life, and sure enough, I ran away from the problems that I had been dealt selfishly. She was happy sure, but I knew that the instant where the clock began to move again, she would be undeniably sad. But, knowing was the hardest part- knowing that you have hurt someone on purpose for their sake was more painful for yourself. Yet, this can't apply for a selfish action like mine.

 The next day came, and I could feel the pain that pierced her chest from the new ground that I stood on. This ground on which I stood was the faraway land of Canada, where my vegetarian brother was not present. I tried to reason with my parents to let me stay here with my brother, but they insisted on my coming because it was a better atmosphere for my health, and I would get an overall more conducive learning experience. Thus, I was doomed to live with my unrealistic infatuation with her, in a land where the realism of the relationship became more obviously impossible. This hurt me, but I had one chance left with me, and it was with a compromise with my parents. This compromise gave me the energy to cope with the advanced education in Canada.

 Time seemed so fleeting as I waited for the day where I could act on this compromise- I would go to Canada, if and only if you allow me to go and visit my friend in Malaysia. But, if she agrees to come back with me, you will allow her to stay with us until she's done with her studies here. They were very tired of arguing with me so they accepted and I tried to contact her to inform her, but it seemed that whenever I tried to do so, her phone was off or my message couldn't get sent. So, this whole trip became almost like a secret to her. I tried to contact Aaron, and he willingly gave me her address, and said that he wouldn't tell her about it, although he had doubts about my plan. So, I went onto the plane, and slept with a sigh of relief, knowing that she would return back to my life soon.

 I got off the plane when the moon had just shown it's face, and I went to the hotel that I booked in the general area of her house by a Grab car. I could feel the excitement brewing in me as I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Before I could do so though, a long list of missed calls by Aaron caught my attention, and I couldn't help but call him and ask why did he call me so many times. He was very flustered when he did pick up the phone and it sounded like he'd been panicking before I called him back. So, I asked,
  "Hey it's me, Aaron. Wait, why do you sound so worried on the other end?" I was mid-sentence when Aaron hastily said,
  "Why? Because your sweetheart took off for Canada yesterday!" Then, I could feel my heart sinking as I quickly stopped the call, and asked the driver to turn back.

  I arrived at the airport, and ran towards the reception and asked when was the earliest flight back to Canada was. She replied that it was tomorrow morning, so I lodged in the airport waiting room after I bought the tickets back, threw my old return ticket away and waited for the flight to arrive. The flight eventually arrived and I got on hastily and went on my way, uneasily waiting on the flight. By the time I reached the airport in Canada, it was the late evening, and I was looking around for her, knowing that she would have to come to this airport if she came here. So, I waited, and sure enough she came, although I was asleep when she did.

 I had no confirmation that it was her, but only someone who knew me would bother covering me with a jacket, and the only person who fit this criteria was her. She had abandoned me, with only this jacket of hers. And at that point I knew her intentions, and I knew that we both realized that we were doomed to this fate right from the moment we laid our eyes on each other. We had chosen to fight, but this fight was almost a doomed defeat. Maybe we were never meant to meet each other, but as I saw the last plane for Malaysia fly away I waved it goodbye as if it were the last time I would be given a chance to be with her. I could almost heard Aaron's words over the wind.

  You and her are like fire and ice,

Hot like the flames, yet cold like the snow,

The gods had already cast their dice,

and you were the victims of this slow,

slow and painful, fading relationship,

and from that day you kissed her lips,

you had shown your intentions,

but you will never beat a God.