Fact and Fiction
It’s
a lie, it’s a lie…
We
can’t end like this…
Come
back to me again, please come back to me…
I
can’t believe the fact that you are leaving me…
I threw myself
on bed, remembering the wedding just earlier. Nothing can describe my heart now
the best than regret… yes, I regret myself for not stopping you the time you
told me you’ll get married. I regret that I can’t build our relationship
better. I regret… that I can’t tell you I Love you.
Now
you are no longer next to me…
That
is the truth, I don’t want to believe it…
Come
back to me, even if I say this many times…
All
of this just has to be a lie right now…
You’re so
far away now. You’re someone else’s. I just can’t accept this fact. This is
just…too painful. Is this true? What was I doing all these time I spent with
her? What is…going on?
I don’t
know. My mind just goes blank. Everything just feels so wrong and…not true. Is
it because I can’t accept the fact that you’re gone? What’s happening? It felt
like a dream. Yes, maybe this is just a dream. A really bad dream. Or maybe, I
was imagining things for my next stories and got so into it that I just felt
like this.
I smiled
myself and took a very thick empty book. Yes, I keep this book so that when I
got a realy big idea then I’ll write it down here rather in my computer so that
I can feel the real thing. I took my pen out and start to write everything that
I thought was just my dream.
I
can’t forget you, I can’t believe everything…
I
can’t send you away…
Today,
I’m going to try making our story again…
This
way, it won’t end…
I write
everything. Yes, everything about us. I just changed the name just a bit. Everything,
starting from our meeting back then, our days as a new writer, up ‘till now but
with happy feelings. No other characters, just you and me. The two of us…happy
in this story.
Right
now, here there are only happy stories…
Our
happy story is written…
(Different
from reality) like this…
It’s
getting full…
I don’t
know how much time I’ve spent to write this stories. I don’t know when the last
time I eat and drink. I don’t know what has happened in the last few days I
spent writing this stories. I just feel so into it that I don’t know what has
happened.
What I remembered is my editor came once and said
something about this writing is just so delusional or something. I don’t know
what is he talking about. It just felt like a dream and everything in this
story I write is the truth. Yes, I’m just dreaming. I mean, how can this great
story of you and I delusional? It’s the truth, right? It’s about you and me…the
two of us….happy together, forever.
Then,
suddenly my apartment door opens. There, I saw you coming. Somehow, your face
was rather surprised. You approach me and I put on a smile and say hello.
“Edea….you….why’re
you like this? What happened?” She asked with a worry look
“What do
you mean? I’m fine. I’m very fine actually. Why’re you so worry?” I said caressing
her face
It has
been a long time. Wait, well, she just got home from her drama shooting right? Well,
it maybe just a few hours after she left. But…why does she looks so different? Right,
maybe she put on a make up. Silly me. She then look at the book where I write
our stories and took it. She examine through all the page one by one.
“It’s a
great story right?” I said proudly
She put
that book back and suddenly look at me with a very sad look. Her eyes are
teary, no, she cries. She cries and suddenly hug me. It’s so warm. But…why’s
she crying? Did I do something wrong?
“I’m
sorry…” She said “I’m really sorry I made you like this…”
“what….what’re
you talking about Tia?”
She pulls
away from me and look straight into my eyes. “wake up…” she said “I…I’m someone
else’s now. You have to accept that fact. I…We can’t be together.” She continues
I was
shocked. Suddenly it just felt strange. I…I know actually from the start. This is
my fiction. Yes, I live in my fictional world. I just can’t accept your fact
and live in my fiction. Suddenly it all become clear but…it felt so much hurt.
Why…why must you wake me up from this dream? I…
“Please,
Edea….wake up….I’m not yours…” she said, crying again
“No…” I
said “No, you’re lying…you….I…”
I ran
away. I don’t know where I was going. I just run away. Run….maybe someone could
tell me that this is a dream and she was lying. I run and run. I don’t know who to ask and
where to go. Not caring anything, I run to the middle of the road and the last
thing I knew was I fell to the ground and look up at the sky. I can’t move my
arm nor legs or body. My vision was blur. I felt so sleepy…maybe…I should close
my eyes now. Before I close my eyes, the last thing I saw was your face there
and your warm hand on my face. Yes…this…is the fact.
I’m
a writer who has forgotten his goal
How
should I end this story?
I
love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, just these three
words…
Write it down with the rusty pen tears…
On
top of the stained and worn out paper…
This
story can’t be sad or happy…
There’s
no ending…