Beyond the world after...

The sun is slowly disappearing into the horizon for the night as the solemn looking boy warily budged his car into first gear. Carefully he turned the headlights on and secured his seatbelt as he turned his car onto the road and dissolved into the sundown traffic.

No one discerns the tear slowly trickling down his cheek. All seems bizarrely tranquil to him, as if the world went to a pause, or maybe a full stop. It appeared unreal, it appeared dreamlike. His world was never a dream. But now he hoped that it all was. What was then, he prayed for it to end like a bad dream. Tears kept on rolling. He knew she was watching. He knew she was looking but he chose not to look.

He silently thought. He was expected to be over everything which happened. That is what he told himself. I am not. He spoke to himself. There weren’t any irate words or banging doors. It was nothing like it happened in the movies. It would have been so much better if it was like that. Being angry would make it easier to put it behind him.

Easier, but not better. There wasn’t a single reason for him to be angry. There was no reason. I don’t want to be angry. Not at her, not at all. He was wounded inside out. It just got worse everyday. There was no means to cure the wound.

He notices the red light. The car slows to a stop. He connected the dots. He tried to. This is how my life is exactly. Slowly it is heading for an end. All his dreams were wrapped up in her and without her he knew no dream. It wasn’t a sudden wound. Neither walked out on each other too sudden to absorb. They had talked and they had pondered. They had concluded that it was in the best of their interest.

Why does it feel so wrong now?

The tears appear selfish. He knows he misses her and she was that terrific part of his life. There she sits beside him, silently watching how much she misses him. She touches his hand. He moves it quickly. Did I feel that or are you here? He knew that touch. It was hers, he knew it.

Sarah!! he sighs and looks outside his window. Home is near, but it doesn't feel home anymore. Not without her.

Honey, I will be watching you! She touched his hand again. This time he did not move. He knew it was her. Sarah, I love you.

She smiled and pecked him on his cheek.

The porch light was switched on. He didn’t want to go inside. It was lonely. It was sad. It isn't home without you Sarah. He knew she was there with him. Come inside Sarah, keep the reason for home alive. He stepped out of the car and waited.

It was windy. The winds were strong. Sam felt a push. A hard push towards the house. Are you pulling me Sarah? are you with me?

Sarah silently walked him to the door. She waited until he stepped inside and soared away into the wind.

* * * *

Sometimes we think we have lost someone, when that someone is truly closer to us than we know it. I believe that love keeps us with those whom we love the most. I believe in the after life. I believe that Sam and Sarah will meet again, and this time it will be forever. Sarah died of cancer, it was not sudden, and they knew she was going to die. They faced it together. They faced it with love.

I look forward to my eternal life. I look forward to the feeling of pleasure and no pain, no loss. I foresee a happily ever after, not here but there, in the skies up above.

True love has its course, if it is true it is meant to be together forever.