Sun hovered over the horizon, shining brightly, the winds blew softly, the breeze almost euphoric, enlightening. Yumi enjoyed the feeling of being almost free from what had seemed to be a journey of misery and torture, as though it were a new hope. Sadly, life isn't the way that it shapes itself, the way that it appears to be.
Yumi looked back with a smile, to face Death with a bold expression that could show her hope for a brighter and beautiful future. However, as she turned to look at it, it had already disappeared, who knows where.
The ground started to shake. Yumi stumbled and fell to the ground, trying to hold onto anything that she could,whether is was the the long grass or the mud. It felt as though she could fall of the Earth itself.
A strong wind blew against her, something she couldn't take in her stride. Almost on the verge of being blown away by the wind, she started to cry softly. Is this was life was? What is the meaning of anything? What is she trying to cling onto? She had no life. She was dead. Could she die even if she got blown away by the wind? What would be there is she clinged on to whatever this petty and pitiful state ? What wouldn't be? What is this Schrodinger's state of life of existence? She continued to cry. Tears continued to fall as she helplessly clinged on to the long grass...
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Flashback of Memory, First Love, Indirect Rejection, March 2023
Sunshine. Happiness. Cheerful and bright Yumi.She's got her exam results back and she'd scored so well. She was the pride of her family. She was like sunshine. All for what?
She ran to her room, picking up her phone with slight anxiety. She wanted to spread her news to the guy, the guy she loved so deeply with heart. Even if he was shit in studies, an alcohol addict. He was fun, interesting to talk to. He was everything she'd ever need. She could've left so many things for him... All for what?
She messaged him.
"Heyyyy!"
10mins later,
Him: "Hey, the results are out"
"Yaaaaa! I got 98% overall!! I'm so happy rn!!"
5 mins later
"I got 67%, my father's holding a party"
"That's nice"
Seen
'Wish there was more i could say', she thought...
A few months later
"Hey, which section you in?"
1hr later
"I'm in I"
"Oh, I'm in A"
1hr later
"Dude, honestly... You're so boring and monotonous"
...
What can one day to something like that? The pain was of a different level. It was a different kind.
Five. Five months. Five months of dedication wasted. Pain. Tears.
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Yumi finally woke up, tears falling from her eyes softly. Of all that she'd loved, dated, he was the one. Three years passed so slowly, unable to forget him. A part of the past she can never move on from, a past that won't let her go. If not in memories, then in dreams. He'll always be there. Is there really any meaning left holding onto something that has no hope left? That which has you to decay on your own? Not really. But we all do it anyways.
The winds blew harder, growing more painful for her hold on any longer. Let it go. She let the long grass go. Her body blew in the wind, getting drifted away to who knows where. She closed her eyes and allowed to drift through whatever it was. It all didn't matter anyways. Life and death is just a matter of life and death..
Boom.