note:
1.my words on English Paper, SPM 2005. (i couldn't recall the exact words i used obviously, because this one is the re-written version a couple of years later. however, the storyline is exactly the same.)
2. it's best if you put Exodus and Handle's Sarabande (Maksim version) on the playlist while reading.
3. thank you to particular someone; because of you, descriptive writing was so much easier. hopefully, you're leading a good life.
She stared at the brightly, dazzling full moon. Skies were so beautiful that night with millions of sparkling stars like hanging diamonds. She loved the scenery more than anything, except for the one that she gave her heart long before the attack to her homeland. While watching far above the land, she wondered lonely. Where is my auspicious future with a family which supposed to be hers? Where is the farm which supposed to be ploughed and harvested by them? She was left in the darkness all alone. No more laughter could be heard, no more cry of joy and no more pain to suffer. She could not feel a single feeling except emptiness that seemed to strangle day by day.
Her life was close to perfect back then. Living in a mansion in the northwest where sunny day would approach to shine the land each day. Daffodyl was her best friend which always be by her side, playing dolls with her yet was hardly seen these days. She almost forgot when was the last she cracked a smile. It might be on her engagement day with Julius or might be on Julius’ birthday gathering. Those days were moments that worth to remember and remorselessness even though it happened in a speed of light. Tired of standing by the window, she dragged her wrinkled feet to the corner of her large bedroom where her motionless bed was waiting. It had been there for decades and she never changed its position. She worried if the changes would change her memory towards Julius. As long as she breathed the air, forgetting Julius would be the last thing she cared to do. There was no way of getting over something that was so beautiful to retain in mind. The ancient clock on the wall was ticking to midnight. Again, she would move to the dreamland alone. Gradually, she pulled the bluish velvet quilt to cover her body from the piercing coldness. There was like tones of burden adhered to her eyelids. She barely closed her pair of glowing black eyes. Later, she already sank into her same circles of dreams which Julius held her hand through the yard of blossoming tulips.
Julius hit her like comets did to the land every hundred years and suddenly her life became more meaningful and brighter. Her time spent with him not long enough to be satisfied but ample to be her strength for the rest of her life without him. Like a comet, he came by only once to witness in a lifetime. She waited for him to return, neglecting her intellectual point of view which happened to tell that he would never come back. He was in his early twenty on the day she met him. He was a young man that would die for his country, obedient son of the Dawsons, faithful lover and supposedly hers. Fate denied the last fact of course. He never was hers since he disappeared in the last battle. He was no a general yet a warrior of his trumps and he was the bravest among them all. She believed so. She was not abandoned but left with a promise he made to her. He declared that he would return no matter how long the war took to bring him back in her arms.
Soon after, her village was attacked and burnt down to ashes. Her family was one of victims that were killed in the horrifying, angry flames. Fortunately, golden luck decided to be gentle on her side. She managed to escape from the fiery fire and was sent to her relatives that lived in the south. She spent a couple of years there before his uncle asked her to settle down with a prosperous merchant. Being someone of holding tight to a promise that Julius made to her, she gave an objection to the proposal. She went back to her village after mutual understanding was achieved between her homeland and the enemy. Her uncle helped her in financial part to rebuild the house.
She would wake up screaming whenever the thought of the terrifying violent slipped through into her beautiful dream. September twenty-fifth was one of those nights. Sometimes, she hoped to die at the night when her village was attacked. Sometimes, she wished Julius never made steps to the war. Deeply inside, she knew that none of her hopes or wishes would be granted in spite of witnessing a thousand of falling stars. Someone was knocking the front door while she was trying to squeeze in a niche of those wonderful dreams she would have at nights. As an almost hundred years old woman, she had to gather the remaining strengths which left inside her body to stand still. Step by step, she walked to the downstairs to the front door. She reached the doorknob and opened it slowly. Weirdness clouded her mind as she never received any visitor since she moved in there half of a century ago.
Without hesitating, she asked the visitor to come in because she could not stand the coldness of the winter. As she looked at his inhumanly good looking face, she trembled and thought her eyes only playing trick on her. In front of her, standing a young man that she kept in her heart for years, his glowing pure green eyes still the same as the last time she saw him. Tears were rolling down her furrowed face silently. His warm hands held hers firmly. As he started to speak, his voice flowed like a beautiful melody to her eardrums. He turned her around and pointed to the mirror on the wall. The reflection shocked her. There was a young couple standing side by side which she knew all her life, herself and Julius.
“I made you wait so long and I owe you a huge apology for that matter. Would you mind to come with me tonight?” he said.
She nodded and left with the unexpected visitor.
