I have been lied down for one hour. Staring anyone, who looks worried with me. This sense. I felt my soul slowly leaves my body. Everyone is crying, but I can’t hear them sobbing.
“I think it’s a farewell from me…”
I fell that warm hug, though. It’s from him. I tried to leave everything, but he won’t let me passing by. He’s the one who always beside me, when I’m happy. Or crying. But this time, he’s crying for my goodbye. His chocolate irises’ staring me.
“Look at me, dear! Don’t leave me!” he said, followed with a loud cry in front of me.
“It’s my time, lovely dear. Thank you for everything.” I said. Took a deep breath before saying another word, I struggled. The coldness from my body is stabbing me so hard.
Is this called the end of life?
Sun drifts off, slowly hides behind the mountain. As I regained my last power, I could say another last word.
“Farewell, my friends. I love you all…”
That day, on the grass field. I was able to survive from AIDS until my 18th birthday.
‘I’ll be happy in there, my friend. Don’t sad.’
It tooks only one day to write this. Though, I have a perfect handwritten copy of Sunset.