What Will You Do If I Die

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a simple conversational type of story

Submitted: July 14, 2012

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I sat there at my usual spot, underneath the tall Sycamore tree. The wind was cold and sweet as it touched my soft cheeks. It was a fine summer day. A mile away, he came. A shadow of a boy went closer to me. He sat beside me and smiled warmly. His voice sounded ever so sweet, and his eyes sparkled brighter than the sun.

Him: Hey.
Me: Hey.
Him: Reading that book again?
Me: Yes, halfway 'til the last chapter.
Him: Why don't you ever join them?
Me: Who?
Him: The girls over there, across the fields.
Me: They like gossips and assumptions. I hate that.
Him: I see. I'm not like that, am I?
Me: First off, are you a girl? Second, if you are, why would I allow you to sit beside me in the first place?
Him: Huh, 'nuff said. I know this is random, but what will you do if I die?
Me: Laugh and dance at your grave.
Him: Seriously?
Me: Of course not! Ask a silly question and you'll get a silly answer.
Him: No, seriously, what will you do?
Me: Cry. Be frustrated. Sit alone under this tree. Cry, a lot.
Him: Why?
Me: Because you died?
Him: You're not going to join them?
Me: No.
Him: Let's try it, imagine I'm dead.
(2 mins. later)
Him: Why are you smiling? I thought you were going to be frustrated?
Me: Because of you.
Him: Huh?
Me: I realized I can't cry. People who cry over the deceased are those who did something wrong to them and want them to live again so they can apologize. I can't cry, because I realized that every single memory we had was happy not sad. If I cry, that only means that I'm scared of losing you, but the truth is, I didn't lose you, you just transferred to another dimension. We're still friends no matter what, right?

It took a while for the boy to digest what I've said. He was a brother and a friend to me. If he died, I'm going to cry, but not in grief. He was a saint to me. I know he'll be in heaven and watch over me. We won't be separated. It is fate for our friendship to last more than a lifetime. He just smiled at me and stood up. He waved goodbye and walked away. I don't know if he accepted my answer. Although, I answered it honestly, except for one thing... I didn't admit that I was more than scared of losing him...



 


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