The Lightless Sun: A Short Story
Part I
For the very first time we met each other.
Here was the letter. The scarlet name, “Rose Ming,” was curved on the envelope, like a blood stain already dried up. I was just sitting there, gazing at the it. I could neither move nor think at that very moment. After 10 minutes of paralyzation, I decided to do something. I tried to open the envelope first, to see what Rose wanted to say to me after disappearing for so long. But, a mystery power prevented me from getting close to the letter. I gave up, drawing my hand back. Suddenly, a slice of my high school memories started to playback in my empty head.
The dream came to hit me.
The wave hit my head as if it was a rock. I could feel nothing. I was not sure if it was the submerged cities or the floating castles in the sky. It seemed like someone put me on the hard ground softly. I knew it must be her. She hugged me, while I was dazed. I could still sense the slick hands fondling my back. She just jumped off the building as soon as I came to my life. I could have stopped her, but I was too dumbfounded to do anything significant. With her beautiful fish tail swinging, she was roaming in the turbulent sea of the sky. I hid my tears in the rain, staring at the distance with empty eyes.
Then, I woke up. “I ruined her.” Those words started to haunt me after I had the dream about her. The dream reminded me of my friend, Rose.
Rose is the most unique girl I have ever knew. At the night I met her, my family and I went to a well-known restaurant near seaside for dinner. As I had been enjoying the delicious dishes, a songful voice floated to my ears:
“I really want to play a piece of music for you. Would that be annoying?”
Standing beside me, the lovely girl held a violin on her hands. She was wearing a plain white dress, with a gentle smile on her face. Since I played violin as well, I was willing to listen to her performance. She played a Chinese pop song—”Yan Hua Yi Len,” which conveyed a sense of sorrow. My parents appreciated her courage to play outside by herself at this young age. After dinner, I found her on the beach. She told me that violin is the essence of her soul. I could tell that she was talented. Thus, I was not surprised when she told me that she had learned to play violin all on her own, although she would have been better if instructed by a professional teacher. Thereafter, we became food friends and communicate with each other a lot.
But one day, she suddenly stopped talking to me. Though I was frantically trying to find her, I could not get in contact with her anymore. She had changed her phone number and home address. She evaporated from the world.
I did not expect to see her again, at least not in that situation.