I dunno. I was thinking of something sad for a
blue knight story. It didn’t reach the editor, it think..
Untitled-V : Falter
By: sdna
Long Christmas night. Dreaming forever, until reality bites.
Christmas, lonely night, silent eve…devoid of Love.
The boy sat on the edge of his
comfy bed, awakened by the loud firecrackers outside the house. It was
The door opened. It was just his aunt. A housewife of a wealthy banker, with her own children to attend to, she cared much for the boy. She told him that he could open his gifts anytime he wants. Poor woman. Trying her best to replace her sister the boy lost. Her efforts are no jokes, nonetheless. The boy has been pampered since he was given to the care of his aunt. No doubt his Christmas gift this year is as extravagant as his yearly presents always are, maybe a new TV this time, or a fourth PC. Yet…
The boy may be contented, but he is not satisfied. Even if he has not taken for granted all of his benefits, he longs for something that money can never buy…
11:50 PM, December 24. The boy was half-sleeping. He was having a sort of dream/nightmare again. He remembers how a mother left a son here on earth, how an irresponsible father hated his forgiving son. He remembers, but he cannot relive. The boy awakens back to the cruel reality.
The boy’s aunt again reenters the room. She invited him to the Noche Buena outside, but he promptly declines. This year, he has taken a different turn, a separate path. The firecrackers outside the house began to get louder. The atmosphere was choking with smoke. It was going to be a Merry Christmas, but not for the boy. It was 11:55 PM, December 24.
5 minutes have passed, without anything worth writing having happened.
12:00 AM, December 25. Christmas Eve. The boy wished that his mother were alive today. He wished his father would return. He wished the family would be complete again. Just this Christmas.
The boy went to bed, hoping that he would sleep all his problems away, that a new tomorrow will dawn, bringing a promise of renewed happiness. Suddenly, the door swung open, and the boy turned to look. It was his father. The man who abandoned him 16 years ago, the man he finally made his peace with. The boy, overflowing with joy, ran to his father, who embraced him back. At least, the boy thought, the family was nearly complete. His Christmas gifts would never top to this, not ever. Christmas wishes do come true, after all. But, the boy woke up, and it was just a dream (Again). Now, he is back to the harsh reality. It was already morning, Christmas day.
6:15 AM, December 25. Somebody knocked on the door and opened it. It was the boy’s aunt. She told him to open the gifts already and eat the remaining food from the feast yesterday. Then she greeted him Merry Christmas. The boy replied the same. After the woman left, the boy was alone again, and forevermore. He wished he were dead so he could meet his mother. His father would never return. His mother would never return. His happiness would never return. What a cruel world.
After every dream is a ruthless world. After every valley is a mountain. After every wish is a regret. After every journey is a dead end. This is the reality.
Merry Christmas?