The breeze, the ephemeral rain from the blue, the antiquated window to the left of my house; l was sitting there, thinking of the memories; memories have ambiance like burnt caramel.

Time is strange, isn’t it? It’s been a month since Ava was united with the next world.

How can l forget that day? The day when Ava had to rush for her first-ever interview and l was driving at full speed and in a blink of eyes, everything changed; in the all busy road, there was a still of fear.

Ava was no more, the last scene l distinctly remember from the spot was helpers taking me out of the car.

 It was my fault, if l didn’t rush, maybe Ava would’ve been with me, singing her favourite song on top of her lungs.

After that day, no calls or no letters from any of my friends.

 It feels off a beat living all alone. Ever since my childhood, l was always contented with my friends at the orphanage. 

 Even if my friends ever come to me, what do l say? I have given them a plethora of dismal.

Cherry blossoms fall off the tree, following the zephyr; the same, my feelings are falling apart.

It’s Ava’s birthday tomorrow, l am seeing her grave tomorrow morning; 2 year ago today, she promised me of taking a long drive to Hawaii after she gets her first salary... this moment, and it’s just me and her memories.

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The mist surrounding the beauty of the cemetery. l entered, it was all silent but l could hear some footsteps.

I never went to Ava’s grave, so l never knew where it is but l kept searching for her name on the graves and after some time, l got it and, it didn’t surprise me... that my other friends came too but they kept ignoring me as if l am a stranger, as if l have just blended with the mist surrounding the cemetery.

“HEY”, I said this with a gasp... I shouted loudly, what was the thing I just saw now?

Near Ava’s grave, there was a grave... there it was written in all bold; “Mia Smith”, I fumbled, it was my name... MIA SMITH IS MY NAME. 

l was ineffable, my voice was burning in the whirling mist. One of my friends said, “If ‘that’ day, l was lucky enough to arrange the blood Mia needed... maybe she would’ve been with us now.”

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