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Loss of a Loved One
I never thought I would see the day. I woke up thinking it was going to be like every other. I was a fool; I should see it coming. Everyone should see it coming. Yet we don’t, we go on thinking we are away from harm, we all think that we are far beyond his reach. When we turn around to look though we all find he’s only been a hair behind us. He’s always walking in out footsteps, waiting for something to slow us down just a bit. That little bit, that stupid mistake that could prevent all of it. But no matter how hard we try, no matter what spells you try you just cannot fix it.
It began like any other morning, it always does. Your day is always normal until something different happens. It is a stupid thing to think but it’s the truth. I stood in front of her door, eagerly waiting for her to answer. I was ready for another day with her. She was the one thing that kept on the ground, even though I always want to fly away. She was the high point of my week; she’s the one that kept me on this Earth. When she didn’t answer I was already worried, at first I thought that she had just gotten up early and made a run to the store, so I waited there. I waited for maybe thirty minutes by my count. My patience had worn by then. I started to worry. I walked around the house peeking in through the windows. When I got to her backyard I tried opening the back door. As always it was unlocked, she always left it unlocked because she was never scarred. She never worried of burglars coming to take her possessions or unlikely murderers to stalk in. I walked in and saw nothing unusual. I figured she was home because there was her favorite backpack hanging on the wall by the front door. I called her name and got no response. That’s where my worry turned into panic. It was unlikely but I feared the worst. I franticly walked around the house looking for her. All the while I called her name.
When I got to the bedroom is when I found her. There she was laying on the bed, breathing steadily in her deep sleep. Then I realized, I was a fool for thinking everything wouldn’t be fine. Everything about the morning was completely normal and I just blew it out of proportion. So I sat and waited for her to wake up, I wondered why her alarm hadn’t gone off yet, it was past the time she told me to get here. So I sat there for another hour, thinking about how stupid I was. I was deep in thought when a very loud ringing brought me back to reality. The clock on her bedside table had finally gone off. I heard her groan and saw her reach an arm out to shut it off. One of her wings unintentionally knocked it off the table and sent it clanking on the floor. I got up and grabbed it for her, hitting the button to make it stop. Curious as to what turned off the alarm, she turned around to look at me. She didn’t look at all surprised. She just smiled and started talking to me as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Goodmorning!” she half yelled in her always cheery voice.
“It isn’t exactly for me,” I said somewhat nervously.
“Oh? What’s the matter? Aren’t you ready for a super duper fantastical wonderful day?” she literally jumped out of bed and got right up in my face. Her hair, which was a complete pink mess, bounced around in big poufy curls. It may have been a mess but it looked just fine. It looked like the texture of cotton candy but had the color of hot pink. Her wings were a similar hue but were surprisingly well kept for someone who had just woken up.
“I am, it’s just I had another panic this morning. You know about what,” quite frankly I was embarrassed by what had happened by now. I thought it so stupid of me to think that she had actually left.
“Oh, again? You really should see a doctor about that, or maybe a therapist. But I know just the thing to cheer you right up!” she bounded out of the room and I quickly followed know what she had in mind. As we walked I realized her pet alligator had his jaw shut on one of her wing’s feathers. It was a baby alligator that hadn’t grown any teeth yet. I keep asking her what she was going to do with it once it had grown up but she never gives a reply. We make it into the kitchen and sure enough I see her pulling the ingredients out for pancakes.
“You really don’t have to, I’m fine now, lets just go get breakfast somewhere else, this is the third time in a row that you have made me pancakes,” it was really nice of her and she was an excellent cook but I felt bad that she was doing so much for me.
“Oh but I do, as boyfriend and girlfriend it is our responsibility to make each other as happy as possible!” that darn philosophy of hers. I am really bad at keeping my end up but she says that I do my part superbly.
“Can I at least help?” I stood next to her while she started throwing everything together.
“Nah, I got it from here, you just sit down and talk, or don’t talk, it’s really up to you,” she had already put everything into a bowl and started mixing it into a batter. So I obeyed, I sat at the table and waited for her to finish up. I’ll admit once I got a taste of the pancakes I felt a lot better. It’s weird how something so simple like just having enough food improves your mood.
“So how are they?” she said in-between bites.
“You should know, you made them after all and you’re eating them,” I had already devoured my stack of pancakes.
“Well it looks like they were pretty good considering you finished them in less than three minutes, so how are you feeling now?”
“Much better,” I said even though I still felt depressed.
“Great, I’m gonna go get dressed, I’ll be back out in a bit,” she bounded off into another room. I put the plates on the counter next to the sink and walked outside. I spotted a nearby cloud and flew to it. The cloud wasn’t very high up, only about thirty feet if I estimated correctly. I sat on it looking at the town below. I heard the door of her house opening. She didn’t immediately notice me so I decided to play a little prank. I hid behind the cloud and balled some of it up in my hands. I tossed it down at her and tried to conceal myself.
“Hey! Who threw that?” I heard her shout. Meanwhile I’m snickering and don’t see her flying to another cloud. As I’m just sitting up a piece of cloud smacks me right in the face and dissipates. I turn to see her standing on a cloud with another cloud ball ready for throwing and a devilish grin on her face. So we continued rocketing cloud balls back and fourth, laughing like little kids. We kept throwing them back and forth until we ran out of cloud to stand on.
It’s moments like these that keep me wanting to stay tethered to the Earth. I just don’t think I could live life without her. She knows it too; she does anything and everything in her power to make people happy. I wish I could be like that, I wish that I wasn’t always so selfish. I wish that I didn’t drain peoples energy instead of give them some. But she seemed to have an endless supply of positive vibes. The only times I have seen her sad she really deserved those moments. A while back one of her close friends had died. She didn’t take it too well; I didn’t know what to say so I would just hold her. I tried to do all sorts of favors for her but it took me way to many asks for her to finally accept. After a week she returned to her normal self but it was heart wrenching to see her so depressed. Someone who is always so blissfully happy and has an agenda of making others feel the same way should never have to suffer like that. And I even didn’t want to think how she would react should I pass on. She is always telling me how I’m one of the reasons her life is so great. I don’t understand how, if I had a boyfriend like me I’d want to break up with him immediately. I’m so passive; it’s always others pulling me away from my house and another book to read. I lie a lot to, most of the time I have good reasons but that doesn’t excuse it. She doesn’t care if lie, she just cares that I fix the problem and admit that I had lied. She doesn’t guilt me into telling the truth or make me feel bad when I admit the lie. She is just, perfect in so many ways. I’m just glad to have her, because if I lost her, I would loose myself.
