Chapter Three

The serene colors of the ocean reflect upon your eyes. And I knew, I instantly knew that wherever peace is, chaos will always follow.

I believe that life and death were tragic lovers in the beginning of time. And that God had bequeath such melancholy love as both were paved into different paths. Whatever is fruitful and bright can never touch the coldness that envelop the night - as life ceases when kissed by death. In this bittersweet moment, life sets out fabulous gifts to the world and death graciously accepts them. Never to return every single one.

You think thirty seconds go fast and you want to believe it could have been more than this. If only the first line was perfect. But you scramble on what you're trying to say.

I don't even know what I want to say. It was you next to me, laying on the sand. Feeling the waves crashing. Lost in the night, watching you captivated by the night sky. I kept my eyes wide open, I don't want to blink in this moment.

"Butterflies." I blurted. " You always give me butterflies."

I woke up in another life several months after he left. As if those memories were just a version of an alternate life. A variation of what could have been if only I just took the chance to try. Its hard to grasp reality, if you're unsure if those memories ever existed. As they seem so pure. So innocent. So perfect.

Was I claimed and then returned?

A glass of whisky comforts me as I reminisce him in passing. My life has been different when I learned the secret of moving on.

You hold on and let go at the same time. Till you won't deny it anymore.

He flew with the first plane he saw. The very morning when he thought I was broken beyond repair and that my past shall haunt my monotonous life beyond morbid description. I felt the ink taint my thoughts and dreams. Of things that I craved would have made a difference if the timing was right.

Somehow that one night of a mistake made me fall from grace.