It's some night. Outside is cold and the road lamp is in the verge of breaking down. But, the people in the city just keep walking in their direction on the pavement. A normal scene where there is someone chasing for the night taxi, or someone is waiting at the bus stop, seems don't know what to do at home at night. Nothing special. If someone were about to walk out the night out of their curiosity, they probably won't find anything spooky. Because, under the city light somewhere, there is this one scene in particular that about to occur. 409Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0k9qJxMXMm
Deep into the city center, the clock in someone's wrist is keep ticking. Slowly without any mean to stop anytime. But, the step that figure made were not in the same tempo with his wristwatch. He keeps walking into the dark from the glow of city's light even into the midnight.
As if rushing to the dark, he walks into the oblivion. Maybe in his mind he is running from something that no one knew. But, in reality he just looks like middle-age man or maybe older than that, walking under the old city's ruin. For a city that keeps changing, its not weird for a ruins existed in the middle of the city center. The moon couldn't show her smile tonight, even though tonight not that different.
That man wearing his brown jacket then stop walking. in the middle of nowhere, facing the fence, blocking him from the river that stream through the city's main area. Here, there is no light that much as in the cityscape. No pavement, but the night cold is even more haunting his body at this time.
He then smirking, facing the night sky. Knowing that want that maybe chase for him is indeed maybe behind him already, he doesn't have any mean to face it nor running away even further.
Out of his jacket pocket, the flip phone is vibrating.
Reaching out with his hand, he pulled out the small phone. "Yeah, i'm here already"
The man talks into the phone. Without give any attention for his behind, he keeps talking.
"I'm in the pinch", say the man but the voice he made not signaling any fear nor adrenalin. if this man was bringing his cigarette and lighter, he would be smoking right now as if nothing happen.
But the reality is nothing happen. Nothing at all.
The police siren could be heard across the city at the same time the man standing there smirking without any sign of give up.
"What i did?"
He keeps talking.
"So, you are still like that, huh"
Whether across the phone is his friend, lover, someone he knew or work colleague, no one ever knew.
"The moon, you ask? I don't see it"
The cold make the man breath out his breath slowly and out from his mouth, the cold turn into the white mist, connecting the sky above and himself. But, those thin mist couldn't help him to elevate into the air. Cold remain surrounding his body and his behind is waiting for him to face it.
The cloud give the way for the man to see the moon, the gray moon. And he say,
"You couldn't see it even if i see it, you know?"409Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ55I0CU3vf8
The voice is out from his phone and the conversation was ended. He was about to say one thing there but he realized his phone's battery is already out of energy.
Moon smile to him. But the dark couldn't let moonlight shine upon him. Not because he was alone, loner or whatever he is. Knowing all of this in his mind, he is smiling, not the night sky, but the river surface. There, there is nothing reflected at all. No fence, no anything.
Behind him, is a group of people. Waiting for him in this dark cold night.
"Quit lying!!"
One of them is shouting to the man. With such vigor, the man in the end is facing behind and standing there.
The reality is often a fragment of fiction, so this scene is not what you think it is. The cold, because the rain fall over the place. The man himself never talking into the phone, the night will always reminded him of how he was lying from the fact that he is the last person to go to the oblivion because...409Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtEsXgIHeWx
"Put your knife away!!"
Those hands drenched in blood is the proof that he is indeed running from something, a fragment of himself. And he is not ready to face his darkness yet.
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