Singing Snowberg
Chapter Seven
Lost Language <4>
Chros©
“It’s alright, you should remember him always.” “Salix... I’m, em, sorry. He was my friend, that’s what it takes to save a person, because he doesn’t have another friend. I loved him because he was special, he was... like another Rosa for me. Special. You don’t mind Rosa I know, but him, and I’m gay I can’t say didn’t imagine to have sex with him but this is who I am. This is how I was designed. I would do anything for him even he couldn’t pay back the same. I couldn’t lose him. I’m feeling a bad person, but I’m feeling so sad because I couldn’t save him....”
“You made the right choice, I made my choice and it was totally wrong. You’re brave, unlike me.” He looked so down.
He doesn’t need my consolation, but understanding. We looked at each other for a minute, then we smiled at the same time.
“Just sleep, I shall accompany you in your dreams.” “ No kidding” “No kidding.”
The light was turned off to see the stars in the sky. It’s nighttime here. The wooden towers have lights on. I’m sure where I am. But when?
“Sunder? Sunder! Sunder! Where are you!” “Shh, she’s at the seaside.” The familiar smell from the reality, but not from the Salix I imagined. “Salix! It’s really you!” “Of course, I wasn’t kidding. We’re dreaming together.”
We walk down the steps towards the beach. There’re little light dots swaying in the darkness where is out of reach of the lamp light. “Fireflies.” They’re resting on the tips of the leaves. This is the first time I ever see fireflies in this big scale. Singing of the frog and the waves in the distance are tranquillising our footsteps.
“I wish we could stay here,” he says, “better than anywhere we’ve been, isn’t it?” “I couldn’t say I love here.” He nods in an understanding manner, right fist is kneading the lower lip. “You said he was trapped here,” he changed the tone of his words, “but we’re enjoying it here.” He’s right about this, but this isn’t what we’re here for. “We should leave tomorrow, won’t we?” He frowns in a smile, “of course no. Don’t talk to me like this should happen as the former way, we’re here again because this is our memory. Our actual bodies are lying on the bed dreaming this, we’re in Southpole. He’s gone”
Oh, “but I should remember what I said, shouldn’t I?” I don’t want to walk shoulder by shoulder with him, so I step up. Few minutes later his hands are on my shoulders, I can’t see his face, this silence is killing me. “Hum... Salix.” “What?” “You... I, I need to know, I need to pick them up by myself,” I love his patience, and I go on, “but it doesn’t matter for you, even for me, because I should leave them behind. To be honest, that you avoided Diego doesn’t because you wanted to leave him behind, instead you care about him. I don’t mean to upset you but it’s nothing wrong or shameful to face him again. I don’t go away if I’m you.”
I turn back to find his face is hiding in the shadow created by the lamp light cast from above. Answer me Salix. His hands are loosening almost about to let go. I speak out abruptly, “I’ll be myself for you and talk to you like they’d happened.” I don’t even sure what made me said this.
Some words have magic, he raises his head smiles gently at the moon. His hands are clutching mine, his chest is pressing my back. “Let’s rip it.” The beach with Sunder standing there and the moon were all torn apart when a door appears in front of us.
That door is closed, two men are waiting outside. They are Salix and Diego.
“Just watch.” Salix is speaking from behind.
They knock on the door again, still no answer from the opposite side. They’re not frustrated with the refuse, smiles on their faces.
“They’re helping someone. People on the other side of the door are stay-at-home people. They almost never leave home.”
Diego thrusts a letter from under the door into the room.
“That’s the letters they wrote for them. Most of them were discarded into the trash cans without opened once. Let’s follow them.” Stepping down the stairs, I start to feel the hot temperature. “So you were volunteers to help those people get back into the society.”
Yes, they were, happy as hell. The setting sun is on the horizon, spreading orange on the desert in the distance. They’re walking slowly, barely speaking, kicking stones on the road.
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