The Boy

I resent Death. I really do. Someone close to my heart was taken away from me brutally by him. The Anniversary's approaching and i can't say i'm not affected. Although we didn't have a long relationship, the time spent was quality time. In a way, he was there for me during the darkest moments of my life. I have a picture of him somewhere, stashed away in a bid to get over what happened. I sometimes still dream of him and he'd call out to me, by a name only both of us know. I can't ever imagine anyone else calling me that. Not ever.

I watched him as the last hint of Life seeped away from him. We pulled the plug to end his suffering. And all i could do was cry, cry like a fool for being helpless. For being unable to give him a fair chance to fight it out with Life.

Life is really strange. I clicked on one of the titles on blogger's random blog generator and surfed into an unfamiliar site. I saw a familiar picture though. I know the face and i know the place. Out of the kazillion blogs that exist in cyberspace, it had to be him. This is too crazy to be coincidental.

I really have no idea what all this means. The alligator is gone, but the tall woman in green suit is bothering me. I don't know what she's trying to tell me, but i know she scares me. Even as i type this, i'm petrified.

"Have we met before?"

I think we have. The alligator is green too, wasn't he?

I really can't deal with another death.