Sangandaan

<p>In the late afternoon, the dark sky loomed over the hurrying pedestrians on the streets. <br/>At this time, people were either anxiously waiting for a certain person on their minds or hurriedly on their way home. It was like their hearts had some expectations, their being had a place to return to. And only then, they would feel happy and warm.<br/>Across the busy sidewalk, a car pulled at a road.<br/>Inside, a man was leaning his head on the back as he watch the signal lamp at the crossroad blink from green to yellow and gradually change to red, while the crowd rushing through the lane.<br/>He sighed, and closes his eyes to rest.<br/>He was exhausted. His head hurt, body overworked, and he felt like he could collapse anytime. And yet didn't stop working.<br/>He had been working himself out, in either in his passion or simply distraction. He didn't know. He wasn't sure anymore.<br/>Ever since that dream he woke up from. He doesn't recall what the dream about but he remember the feeling of, as if he lost someone, with having no idea who that someone is. It pains him and drives him crazy thinking how can he be in pain for someone he doesn't even remember but somehow feels like a part of him.<br/>Sort of he lost someone he loved from his previous life that his current life, he still looking for her. Or that someone has suddenly gone and he was left hanging but somehow vowed to look for her.<br/>And now, he was haunted by some emotions so foreign yet so buried deep within. That he loved her too much, and until now he yearns for her coming.<br/>He keeps on searching for her, that even death itself couldn't stop him from doing so.<br/>But now he lives, looking for her and waiting for something uncertain. After all, he only met her in a dream. And four years later, he still didn't find her.<br/>It's been so long that he started to forget the details of that memory, like how she looked liked or what's her name. But he had this feeling he couldn't describe, that keeping a tight hold onto that one millimeter of possibility, that someday he will meet her.<br/>And he was certain that he will recognize her.<br/>As his mind scattered to his thoughts, he suddenly jolted awake as the lightning strike from somewhere. He didn't know he slept until he woke up.<br/>He looked around and it seems like they still in the business district of the city and were stocked because of the rush hour. He watched the crowd on the side of the road, having commotion as the rain started to fall.<br/>It was a rainy season.<br/>He doesn't like the rain or the idea of rain. For him, rain makes everything feel dirty, wet, and muddy and moist and sticky and, and...<br/>...and cuddly. He added.<br/>But the rain reminds him of that person. She likes the rain.<br/><br/>When it was raining, she not only likes to see it, she likes to feel it. Regardless of where she was, she will reach for it, closed her eyes, and listen to the sound of the rain, and sometimes likes to play with it.<br/>Thinking of her, he suddenly had the impulse to feel the rain outside.<br/>As soon as he opened the car window, wind and rain came inside the car, wetting the leather sit inside and his shirt and his face. But he didn't mind it at all, as he recalls she said it's just water. When you shower, do you feel disgusted? Don't you like showering?<br/>No. He remembers answering her and he was rewarded by her beautiful smile. Then you like rain.<br/>As the car starts to move, he caught a glimpse of brilliant color from the color of his eyes. Turning his head to look again, he saw a woman holding out a yellow umbrella smiling as she talk to the person beside her.<br/>In the world of grey and dull colors, she was the only one who was bewitchingly beautiful like fire. Even if there are tens of meters apart, she could easily take away the attention of others.<br/>He can't help but walk towards her, as the distance draws closer, her face gradually becomes clearer in his sight. Eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips... beautiful and meticulous she had a relaxed look as she smiled.<br/>It was her.<br/>Four years ago, I had a dream. I forgot that dream was about as time passed by and only the words I wrote that time remained. The only thing that could prove that it happened was the notebook where I wrote my words.<br/>He was very sure.<br/>He had found her.<br/>The next thing he knew, he was wet from the rain and running as his life depended on it. He didn't notice that the lights turned green and he was in the middle of the road.<br/>Because of the heavy rain, it was hard to see if a person suddenly decided to run across the road. The truck driver who only saw the shadow of a person was too late for the break.<br/>The truck was speeding, and they wouldn't be able to avoid it in time. In a few seconds, the person and the truck collided.<br/>He heard the alarming sound of sliding tires on a slippery road, he unconsciously stops and looks towards it. Headlights blinded his sight, he felt the pressure on his right then followed by a deafening sound and bone crashing.<br/>Then nothing. Deafening silence engulfed him. But he only one thought, once... just a little longer, just a little more.<br/>He lies on the cold asphalt in the middle of the intersection. His blood mixing with the rain as he looks for her.<br/>On the smooth road, blood spread.<br/>Iri's eyes widened and looked at the man lying in the middle of the pool of blood. Her breathing stagnated for a moment.<br/>The scarlet blood stained the man's black coat. He lied on the ground and his hair was in a mess, but he still smiled at her.<br/>"I..."<br/>Dear God who's listening to wishes... to you... from me... to her... to anyone... Please grant my selfishness...<br/>_________________________________<br/>Please just once. If I can see you.<br/>It's alright to lose all my life, just to meet you again.<br/>Even if it's in a dream.<br/>0130210518.26<br/>________________________________</p>