Gone

8.

"Here's your order sir," the waitress said and kept a serving for three people.

"Smoky grilled chicken?", I asked in surprise, "you know I can't eat--"

"Shut up before I push it all inside your mouth. You are supposed to eat of all this," Ye Jun said and passed me a glass of coke, "go."

"Wait a minute....three servings? Is anyone going to join us?"

"No."

"I wasn't knowing you can eat two servings alone," I chuckled and drank a sip of my drink.

"Who said I am going to have two servings?", He smirked, "all the three plates are for you."

"WHAT!", I stood on my place.

"Sit down before everyone starts looking at us," he said and I followed, "you told that you can't understand my nonsense with an empty stomach so fill it like a beast because I am going to create a lot more nonsense in future."

"Fried and spicy food is not good for my health. Still you want me to eat like a monster?", I laughed in surprise, "don't tell me you will fill your appetite just be seeing me."

"Wow! You remember?"

"I told that I'll not forget you Mr. Tomato," I took a chicken in my hands and brought it closer to my face.

Seeing a leg piece this close to me is nothing than a dream. I wonder if I tasted this creation by mankind in a thousand years. The aroma fills my nostrils and I close my eyes to get a full heaven experience. My teeth dig deep in the flesh and the juice coming out of it is melting me too. My second wish other than death would probably be to have chicken wings on my funeral.

"You have saved me in your memory as Mr. Tomato?", He gave a small smile, "cute...like you."

"As you don't want to eat...I have decided to have this all. After a million years I am feeling so hungry like a beast. Don't stop me and if anyone thinks that I am a demon so please convince them."

"Go for it monster. I hope you will not waste my precious money by rejecting the death of this chicken. I'll begin with my nonsense."

I munched on the meal and I don't feel the need of stopping in between so just imagine how happy I am. Finally!!

"So what have you been doing lately?", He asked while looking at me.

"I won't be able to eat properly if you keep staring like this."

"Ok fine. I'll look at your chicken."

"Good," I smiled and took another bite, "and nothing much. Just tired of seeing the same things everyday."

"Should I change my face?", He asked sarcastically.

"Not like that idiot. I mean, my life has become so scheduled and rigid. Even if I try hard to come out of it, nothing changes. That's why I don't want to live anymore."

"Just because you life if boring doesn't mean you have to give up. A change can come anytime."

"That may be true in other cases but not in mine," I wiped my lips after completing the first set.

"Is it because of the school bullies?"

"Ahh! No! It's just...because of my parents," the juice didn't felt cold anymore because my life is colder to me. "My dad is dead and my mom is a cheater. Is there any reason I should be happy in that house?"

"How do you know that? Things may not be like you are thinking them to be."

"Things ARE like this. Mom says that dad left us long ago but he wasn't suffering from any disease or any kind of random accident."