Memories 

Collision

Dedicated to the usual bunch of people… 

Meeting different people everyday, be it friends or strangers. What chemistry is there? Saying words that doesn’t really meant, is that your usual routine? Never revealing your true self. But, is there a need to reveal? Why do you need to give answers to others? Isn’t life just about your own world? Even if death occurs, nobody would care. It doesn’t really matters actually. No tears needed. Having friends are just something extra added to your monotonous life. Toshiya.

Why the sudden urge to end everything. Is life that boring? He just walked into the path while everything is going to end. All captured in three seconds. Why did everything stop? Fate? Is that what you believe in? Liars. In your own world, you plan everything. No way there are intruders. But, what happened? Collision. Toshiya and Kaoru.

Sitting on the steps just outside the supermarket, facing the dimly lit car park, still enjoying each other’s company. “There’s a start, there’s an end,” Toshiya suddenly voiced out. “I don’t want this to end.” Kaoru playfully mingled with his camera, capturing his memories.  

Running and panting, somebody struggling for air rushed into the supermarket. He had energy no more; he simply leaned against the shelves full of tins and bottles. He didn’t notice he startled someone with such actions. The someone, merely tucked strands of his hair to the back of his ears. He didn’t know how to react. Actually, there isn’t a need to.

Die, continued to rest, blocking his way. Panting, stopped, he noticed the figure. Shinya, on the other hand, didn’t realize he could simply turn back and continue his pace. Eyes somehow met. Die, with his not bother attitude and Shinya’s secretive life. What can this collision turn out to be? Love at first sight? What a joke, but never stated in anywhere that it can’t be true.

Die bluntly explained to Shinya what happened. Do you call that stupidity or nervousness? Unnecessary. Does love always cause such unwanted things to happen? If so, why would people want to fall in love? Another cheap thrill in life? Just like a scribble on a piece of crushed paper - Messy, quick, not clear. Everything so brief, like the way frustrations worked. It’s a disorganized moment, full of creases. So complex.

Shinya wanted to help but why should he? He couldn’t find any reason and blamed it on his helpfulness. Die, being the wild type, wanted to bring Shinya home and treat him like his childhood playthings. But suddenly remembered, “What does the home refers to?” He had been thrown out so long that he could no longer remember.

A glass of water - Clear and still. Many would not take much notice of its presence. It’s needed yet always forgotten. It’s like Shinya. Quiet, maybe mysterious. First sight and impression might not be the right one, for its coldness strides it all.

A fan blowing in the middle of the field - Really out of place. The fan had no use in the field, this, as the first impression. Where’s the initiative to put the fan in the right place? It had always been pointed as wrong. But still, nobody cares. The wind is far too strong. Die.

Total opposites. But they do attract. Sounds kindly cliché but really do happens. Even for the meaning of love at first sight. Does all this lines sound very used? But isn’t this happens in your life too? Repetition.

“I’ll bring you to my place,” Shinya coldly told Die. It was rare for Shinya to be friendly. He never welcomed anyone who comes to his place. Cold he might be, but that he’s way of friendliness to Die. Nothing seemed to be blooming yet as they walked out of the place. No one noticed this soft collision. It had no meaning and nothing for them to care about.

Conversations carried on as they walked on. No worries were held in their minds, ignoring everything in sight. They even seemed to miss something. They’ve walked past it. 

Blood painted the dusty road, just like a red colored stream. The headlights continued to shine. Crowds were beginning to form. Smiles were kept as the last few seconds went on. Images poured into their minds, of which carried memories of them together. Will anyone remember their presence? “The ambulance is coming, is it going to separate us, Kaoru?” Toshiya asked, holding onto Kaoru’s hand even tighter as his vision got knocked off.

The photos were never developed. Memories aren’t lost. They aren’t separated. They left together. 

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Hasn’t got the mood to write something. So, it’s badly done. Comments?