Memory in a Melody
𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼
“How about taking a break?”
It's cold and getting colder. In my eyes, her shoulder looks heavy, like how the rain is pouring outside.
“Uh, okay. If you say so, then—”
She shivered and stopped her sentence. Hands that I offer to calm her down are rejected by her grey gaze.
“Then, I don't think the break will be over.”
I was knocked out. What she said felt similar to a thunderbolt; it struck deeply and hurt me even more after she left in the stormy haze.
𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁
A buzzing alarm stings my ears and makes me jump off the bed. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱??? I'm in literal confusion. The last thing I remember was me listening to a sad song. Calling it a sad song because it's the song I made for her with the help of my friends and I gave it on “that night”, which made me sad.
Years go by, yet the pain remains. Speaking about truth, I just decided to listen to the song tonight after I hide the file somewhere rarely seen on my computer back then. Not only did I discover the song, I also have to be slapped by the fact that the song kinda heals me in a weird way that is unexplainable.
𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺?
I hurried up to get outside, heading to the place I used to visit with her. I intend to listen to the music again so that I can be confident of how I genuinely feel. That's the plan, but the fresh air that felt so good at first is now suffocating.
𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.
𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙤.
My legs feel numb. A part of me telling me to run away. 𝘕𝘰! 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦. Conscious of my presence, she cuts the distance by approaching me. I grind my teeth and collect any energy I have to start the conversation.
“What a surprise!” “Indeed, it is. How's life?” “Quite nice, I guess? And u?”
She took a deep breath before answering my question. The tension between me and her is becoming increasingly intense. Fortunately, she brings the tense down with her reply.
“I've been wanting to tell you that even though my life is cool and nice, there's always a moment to reminisce about that day. That's why I'm here after endless years of feeling guilt. The truth is, I don't want to break your heart, but if we keep on going back then, I can't stay okay with you. Things around me have become so rushed that I'm afraid you'll get enough of me. Your song is the only way I can connect with you, and I'm so blessed to be able to listen to your voice whenever I'm down. It's all thanks to you.” “I- I don't think you are at fault. I mean, me and you were in a relationship. It can be said that both of us failed to keep it up. We lost communication and chose to escape from it.
Also, there's a thing I want to ask. Why would you listen to my song when you are down? I always got rid of that song because I thought it was just a sad song. I don't think it would cheer you up....”
“I got your point and I should remind you that, isn't the song supposed to be a happy song? Filled with things we liked about each other? How we were madly in love?”
𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
I'm silently mocking myself for forgetting that, and that's the reason why the song gives me healing. She comes close to me and gives me a little pat on my head.
“Of course, it will cheer me up despite the fact that things switched to a bitter end. Your song somehow teaches me how to just receive things as they are. That's how I keep it as one of the songs I'll listen to when I'm in sorrow. It reminds me that we were so happy, that it was such a joyful memory.”
“Yeah, I couldn't agree more with you, and I'm so glad we met today. Don't you think this could be another prelude for us?”
She nods her head lightly.
“Yup. Nice to meet you again. Let's get along well in the future as a friend!”
In the end, after the loophole of hollowful sorrow, acceptance is all we need to make the cure of time work.