
The school was almost deserted at 7.56pm long dark shadows of walls and panes erased details of the building leaving it in a surreal mess of dark and greys. The old lady was locking up the last of the classrooms of the penultimate storey. A teacher would occasionally scurry out of the staff room to head home. A lone crow would caw out to its echoes somewhere on a far away tree. Moving into the canteen that is now dead and almost pitch black except for thin beams of light from the ventilators and small windows that cannot be shuttered down, a young girl sat at the table set deep inside the canteen landing all by herself. She was eating a pack of something I could not see from where I stood but I could see the glow resonating against her silhouette of her slouch. She was still beautiful. Like always.
I remembered the mornings we walked along the road side early in the cold morning in our freshly pressed secondary school uniforms, when the grass had spider webs with mist on them and lampposts threw orange carpets all around. I would often find myself anticipating for every other lamppost as each one illuminated her, casting perfect shadows that was eternally mesmerizing. That morning her hair was wet and shining. My heart hopped.
“What is forever?”
“Forever is a moment that had passed.”
I remembered I cried and cried and cried. First time in a thousand years as I don’t cry. Now the darkness of the canteen was blinding and I was crying again, 2nd time in a thousand years. I was emptiness personified and was a huge mess that didn’t move. That was when she heard me. I wanted to bolt away but I was bolted to the ground. I remembered she stood up and looked at me. Usually I look and she never looks back. My knees shivered and it was not the cold. She advanced closer. My gaping mouth ran dry. Closer. My heart slowed to a stop. Consciousness became a struggle. She had the puppiest eyes. My fingers grabbed her forearm. I aimed my face for a kiss. It was hard for she was looking down. That was when I sensed it. Pity. Not love. I pried myself away against my own will and breathed again.
“Fuck you.” Haunted the walls that late evening.
“Oh my god.” She quivered beside me who was smiling then.
“Great isn’t it?” I said, searching for mutual happiness.
“Oh my god.”
“Careful now.” I held her hand.
“God god god -argh!” She balanced on the ledge.
“There you go.” “Wasn’t that bad isn’t it?” “Like the view?”
“Yes the view is stunning Kevin but oh god, our legs are dangling 12 storeys above the ground this is seriously dangerous.”
“Sometimes I get lost in the lights.“ I uttered looking dreamily at the faraway estate of skyscrapers. “Look at the cars on the road over there. They are little moving lights.” “Look at the stars Eunice! Sometimes I don’t know if the lights are actually stars or lights from the buildings.”
“Kevin you are crazy.”
I stared on into the view.
“I really like you you know.”
She grabbed me.She shifted herself closer to me and leaned her head on my shoulder where her hair danced all over the place in the wind. Palm on her temple and fingers in her hair, I took a deep sniff of her hair and her smell was how I always remembered and loved. We just sat there.
“I love you too Kevin.”
The wind blew and the trees rustled a soft song.
“Don’t you wish this moment would last forever?”
“Yeah.” She murmured a while later.
“I was thinking,” I said staring into the moon in the midnight sky, “I was thinking if we both jump. Now. Together.” She wanted to clarify about what I just said but she heard me perfectly. “That way this moment would be.” I held her hand that was suddenly stiff.
“Get away from me.”
“Eunice. Eunice!”
“Go away! That-” pointing at me, “That is why things cant move on rationally between us Kevin!” She moved away. “You are crazy!” “Let me get down from here now.”
I looked down. It was a steep drop. But it was not as deep as the scar that is now on his heart. I stood up and helped her down the roof.