liyana,

It was a short text from your sister.

Isn’t it ironic that the day He decided that it was time for you to leave, He made sure that I was at the farthest distance from you. I was at the airport waiting for boarding call to be exact. Halfway across the world.

We were right back at the beginning of our journey. We made a complete circle. The ending and the beginning. Seamless. Endless.

Life. And its subtle nuances of comedy.

The sky was overcast and grey. I had just sat down on the tired and worn looking benches waiting to count the hours I had to bear before leaving this place. Before coming home to you.

I was reading your sister text in one hand, and a silk scarf that I just bought for you I held in another. It had some red roses painted on it, I thought you might like it. I didn’t bother to pack it in the luggage because I was expecting to meet you first thing at the airport later.

I stared at the phone for too long I think the screen blacked out on its own.

The sky was grey. That was all I could remember.

chairil