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One Month. Four Weeks. Thirty-One Days. Seven hundred and forty-four Hours… That’s how long he has been gone. How long I have been living this miserable life without hearing his voice. One Month. Four Weeks. Thirty-One Days. Seven hundred and forty-four Hours.
I feel empty. Hollow. An unfillable gaping hole within me that I don’t know how to replete. It’s weird how a single person can mean so much in someone’s life where their existence and survival practically depends on that specific person. It’s weird how everything just falls apart in just a split second. How life can change in an instant. How motives, visions and aspirations can be altered in a blink of an eye. I had all those. I had a vision, an unquenchable desire or need to succeed. An aspiration. Things all of whom that perished with him because I am no longer the hopeful boy with the exceeding will to succeed. Right now, I am just a hopeless boy devoid of anything and everything.
At least that’s what I thought.
All these time I believed all was lost. I thought I was a lost cause who’ll not amount to anything without having him looking up to me. The weird part is Xavier was only nine but he had an impact of a twenty-something year old someone on me. Xavier. Yes, Xavier. Now I’m able to say his name without losing my shit. Without feeling like I am losing a part of me just by the mention of his name. How? I let go. And it was all his doing. Even in his death he has my back. He got my back like he said he would.
How exactly, you might be wondering?
I don’t know how to tell you this. It’s better if I show you…
It’s serene. It’s quiet. Peaceful silence only filled with nothing but the pleasant sound of splashing ocean water. The drifting air propels the life-inspiring fresh breeze that just makes you want to live. I can hear the distant cackling of the ocean birds as the sun lowers itself below the horizons blanketing us with the orange-reddish glow that’s like no other in the world. Everything that surrounds me is idyllic. A proceeding wave flaps until me, wetting my feet’s wedge between loose soft materials of grains of rock.
I am seated at the seashore with my arms propped up onto my bended knees. I take in the extensiveness of the ocean blues as a nostalgic moment runs through my mind. A soft sigh escapes my lips as it moves from my deepest innermost to the outermost liberating me of the intoxicating carbon dioxide unrequired by my body.
I feel the heaviness of someone at my back. A familiar sensation of belonging and wholeness blankets me. I feel contend and sated. I know it’s him before I see the person. He settles down next to me overlooking the godly created living salty waters.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He questions softly. “It’s peaceful. You’re peaceful. You look at peace.”
“Yeah. That I am. Peaceful…” I whisper quietly. “I don’t know how.”
“You’re starting to let go. Making peace with my death.” I slowly move my gaze from the splashing sea to the person I would’ve sold my soul to have back in my life again just once.
“You look good.” I say. “At peace.”
“Yeah… I am.” He inspects my face with his ever calculating brown orbs.
“How’re you here?” I ask.
“I don’t know.” He says. “There’s someone with unresolved emotions that needs ironing out.”
“Is this a dream?”
“A vivid one, yes.” He tells me.
“How do you know that?” I ask him.
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Victim of Circumstance | UNDER RIGOROUS EDITING
Teen Fiction[BOOK ONE (1) of THE CIRCUMSTANCE SERIES] "It takes the heart of a Lion to become an ultimate conqueror." She'd an easy life. An over privileged one where she didn't have to sweat an ounce to get what she wanted. She'd it all. Everything her prett...
