“♪~”
The lovely piano ringtone, echoing through the room, awaked me up from my sleep.
It’s was one of my favorite piece, taken from a certain drama. It’s tranquilly melody, unwinding me of those stress and problem. However, it doesn’t change the facts of what that had happened on me.
Feeling sleepy, I reached for the phone, by shoving away papers which buried it deep underneath, as if my phone got trapped under a landslide.
My hand feels a bit of dampness from the paper which I have been shoving. I could feel the papers were crumpled, with some strange plastic feels and some are wet.
I opened my eyes and looking at what I’m shoving at.
It’s was those tattered notes, full of tapes pasted around it, as if I am trying to piece back a broken vase. The wetness of those notes which smuggled the words on it, making them illegible, actually came from my tears. I was crying until I was too tired and fell asleep.
“Why..? Why all these bad things happened to me?” I cried silently inside me, trying to think of the reason.
I remembered about my phone, wondering who could send me a message at this time.
I flipped my phone and read.
“I’m sorry about today, but tomorrow will be different…
For which both day and night happened at the same time, but at different hemisphere of the world. So are happiness and sadness, today you traded your sadness, but you earned yourself a token of happiness in the future
- Ken”
I couldn’t know what to react. But I smiled a little, thinking of how Ken was trying to cheer me up, using those dramatic yet sweet words of his.
Of course, I took his word.
The phone in my hand is no longer an electronic device, but a token of happiness. Closing my eye, holding onto it tightly as if I do not want to lose it ever again…
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