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The night is one of the most peaceful yet busiest time for most people. The busy streets are filled with workers just fresh out of their office yet their calls seem to be endless through out the night. Yet interestingly enough you’ll also witness couples holding hands—looking fondly through each other eyes as if they’re the only one exist on this earth—or breaking up on the same street.
Strangely enough, tonight’s a bit different. The street is busy but for a different reason; Today would mark the last day of December, and a new year will come. The park is filled with various tenants selling street food—with their unexplainable high price of course. People from all parts of the town gather at the park—exchanging conversation or eating with their love ones—and seemingly filled the park’s patchy grass with their cars or endless mattresses that they brought just for this special occasion. These people seem to be happy whilst waiting for the fireworks to unfold. The view looks even more beautiful on the rooftop of this 50 stories skyscraper when you’re about to kill yourself—whilst writing some suicide notes to prepare for people who’d stumble upon you coincidentally. It’s freezing cold yet somehow your stomach flutter for what was about to come.
5!
“The countdown has started,”
4!
“And it seems like there is no stopping this.”
3!
“Kak, you were right.”
2!
“The moon do look beautiful from up here.”
1!
The clock finally hits 00:00—marking new years eve, as your body falls to the solid ground accompanied with a loud thud and explosion of fireworks. As you laid there, the stench still strong from rain earlier that morning with birds chirping happily as it is the first rain after a very long summer. Overripe fruits had fallen to the ground earlier—some laid on top of dying leaves, others on cemented ground—Now crushed beneath you with an ugly sound. It was the perfect morning for everyone–everything, except you. You laid there motionless yet still breathing—living in the moment or tried to. The pavement still moist from rain and now it’s stained with something heavier that could not be rewrite.
Suddenly warmth washes over you. Bloods gushing out and splattered all over the place but it doesn’t bothered you anymore. The dark red finally stains each corner of the rough cement and every little things that stucks to your body—shirt, pant, and the notes you’ve prepared—had slowly lost their original colors. However, you can’t help but laugh and laugh until you’re wheezing in pain with even more noticeable feeling of warmth. Stings from the rough ground that had once settles on your face, slowly fade away alongside the faint sound of fireworks. The blows of wind quickly replace the same warmth on your body giving the false impressions of peacefulness. Everything feels heavy and fast that it starts to overwhelm you.
I did it, but will I taste what freedom is?
Will He embraced such sinner like me in His arms? Or will I be welcomed in His so-called Kingdom?
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Today ends perfectly as you want it to be.