I could still remember the day, when everything turned into darkness, when people lost their mind and become wild, and when I was left alone with the agony. He came and took me away. He handed his hand and I reach out for it.
“Are you an angel?”
He is, even though he won’t admit it. Maybe he’s an angel forsaken by the heaven. He was hurt by people, by his loved ones. Maybe, I was one of them who have turned away. Even so, he’s still there with his dark wings. He’s an angel indeed.
But he keeps shakes.
He has saved me and now he’s gone, leaving an empty space for me. I’ve seen nothing since then, no one. I keep searching for him on the open air; wishing he would come back. He won’t be back. He was hurt; he should go and never come back. No matter that I’m waiting for him.
And here I am, day by day at the same place where he had left without saying anything. I look at the same thing everyday, nothing change, nothing happen. He isn’t here. He won’t ever be here. Everything is just the same.
But wait! It can’t be! I must be dreaming! That tree shouldn’t have blooming, it couldn’t bloom again. Could it be? My heart rushes. I quickly run inside the yard, to the tree where I last see him.
The tree blooms beautifully, pink everywhere. I’m amazed but also disappointed. He isn’t here. I know it. But why does the tree bloom?
Wait a minute, what’s that behind the tree? My eyes must have deceived me. It can’t be. Dark wings, a gentle dark wings I long to see. It suddenly moves and turns to me. My heart fills with many feeling, it’s him.
He looks at me with his sad eye, but somehow I could feel those eyes have become gentle.
“You are here. You’re back,” He nods slowly.
“Yes,” he said.
“Why?” ask me. He looks at me.
“Because you call me,” said him.
I stunned. I do. I do call for him to come back. I’m glad he could hear me. I’m glad he’d come back. I’m glad he’s here. But there’s something odd with him. I don’t know what.
“And there’s something else too,” said him.
I look at him waiting his next words. It’s odd to hear him starting the conversation.
But he keeps still. He looks like he has something to say for me but he couldn’t easily say it. I wonder what he’s going to say. What is the reason he’s here? I feel my heart beats faster but I don’t dare to have that thinking last any longer. He won’t say it.
“I’m here because I want to be with you,” said him.
I feel my face change. I don’t expect to hear him saying it. I don’t know what to say but I hope he can see my felling over my face. I know there’s only one thing I can to answer his words.
“Finally, you hear my call,” I said to him gently. I smile to him hope he could understand my words. He looks stunned. I don’t know what to do to convince him what I’m saying is true. I slowly reach for him. He let me touch him. I hope he can feel the warm feeling I had now. I keep smiling to him.
“I’m not an angel,” he said for so many times. He’s so persistent. I look at him and smile.
“You are,” I also keep insisted.
“You are my angel,” I said.
He stunned. I could see it on his face. He looks fine with it. So I keep smiling. Finally we’ve come to an agreement; I’m right and he can’t denial it again, he’s an angel, an angel just for me.