But first, i didnt know the title, but what i have imagined has the exact story as the title, here we go.
I have posted it on my wordpress blog. It has no particular reader or follower, so please, visit it once at least haha :D
Your town, the city you have lived in for years was being destructed. The People you see everyday have closed their eyes and lied their body side by side on the ground. Their souls have long ago left them.
It is just you, who walked alone a lonely road. Your tears have been dried, long enough until no more tears would drop. On your filthy palm, there was a picture you’ve been holding for hours now.
In the last hours, you have seen live and death around you. You stood still and looked around you. There’s nothing left but buildings which brought down to the ground since the disaster.
Your eyes were wet and you started to weep. Your mind was remembering the old memories you have. The laughter, the jokes, the fun moments you have, the moments, that are absent now.
You cried while walking up the hill, leaving your town behind. You don’t look back and keep walking while holding on to the memories and pictures in your hand. You, then, looked up to the sky.
The sky is blue. The sun shine like it was never before. It is the sky you haven’t seen for years. It is the sky of your dream.
Your heart burn in sudden happiness. You have seen miserable life in your life and you have dreamed of one bright day that would certainly appear after it all has been done. That day was like the day when your dream come true.
You smiled.
For faraway you saw people walking side by side up to the hill. They are all strangers, but they are more welcomed now to you. They looked at you and smile. The truest smile you’ve ever seen.
Your tears burst in happiness and hope. Your wishful thinking started to build new hope about future.
But then, the picture you hold, fell into the ground. You grabbed it and once again looked at it…
..it was the picture of you and your beloved. It was the smile you have when you were together. It was the last laughter and jokes you talked about before the disaster come. It was them, alive…
The feeling you have now, it is like the combining of sorrow and happiness. But you wipe your tears away and put the picture beside your heart. You tried to smile, not the smile you have before. But it still counts as smile, a new smile you own.
You walked toward the strangers, smiled at them. They smiled back and you said to them,
“Thank God, we’re alive.”
“Yes, Thank God.”
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