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The weather had been so warm in recent days, the air so velvety on the skin. It was a spa from the time the light filtered over the hills until it too took its rest. Clouds drifted by on the most relaxed of breezes, helping our eyes to appreciate the bluebird sky all the more. The rain, when it came, alighted as softly as the shoes of a ballet dancer, adorning and rejuvenating the only stage that mattered.

“Are you free this evening?’’I asked Lily, my girlfriend. I fell at first sight for her. Her hair was blonde, fairy tale kind of blonde, and her eyes deep hues of blue. “Are you free? “ I asked again.

“Yes.” She yawned, clearly disinterested with the conversation.

"No, I…”

"Jack?”

“Hey...hey! Look…there…the window…” I pointed out through the crystal clear glass.

“What is it?

“It’s Je... Jeon” I managed out.

But Becca said he died.

***

Becca, the prettiest girl I ever saw in life, who became Jeon’s girlfriend in High School.

Jeon was one of my best friends I came across in school. an extraordinary boy, who liked the color yellow.Not because it was the petal of the sunflower rather because it was the center of daisies. His father was a businessman and his mother, a housewife though they parted before he could know his father.

He was the very first person I ever trusted. Even mom used to take care of him as his son since my twin brother died.

As best buddies, the most common we had was the love for music. Music was my life and Jeon lived for it. His angelic voice..ah. The piano in my room haunts me still today flashing back all the memories of tapping the keys together when my life was the best.

The day when Becca first came the smell of her jasmine shampoo was in the air and suddenly there was a sudden change in feelings for Becca in Jeon’s eyes. Then my life became a complete seesaw game. Becca seemed to be gentle though the rude secret she had was he killed her father which I knew by snooping into her diary once. I knew he was forced to avoid me for Becca which took me back to cigarettes again after Jeon took away the lighter. The introverted me was taught to laugh by Jeon forgot to laugh again.

.“I must go, Jack. ” And without saying anything one day he ran away. That was when I saw Jeon for the very last time and then I heard the thing which makes my heart beat fast every time thinking about it.

Becca informed me of his sui cide.

He died. Nobody knew why.

Though there was no secret among us he forgot to tell me his very last one.

***

I could still see Jeon there in a wheelchair. But when I reached there was nothing.

10 years passed.

"Maybe you are hallucinating, baby. He's dead." Lily chuckled.

And suddenly my phone beeped.

“Jeon’s Birthday”

me  

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