Uh-oh, finals week coming, please for all of you reading this. If I don't ever update again it would be because I have died. The cause? Surely it's not sleeping thanks to finals week. Wish me luck bois, and goodluck to you bois/girls out there whose got finals week coming too. May we all survive hell-week for another semester.
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A boy sat beneath the shadow of a great tree. His hands rested on his lap as he extended his legs outwards. Back against the tree, he inhaled, then exhaled, then inhaled, then exhaled. All in a anxious manner. A cat then jumped down from the tree and took rest beside him. The boy took no interest in the cat.
“What are you doing here boy?”
The cat asked, with its tail running across the boy’s chest. The boy’s breath became more stable than before. His eyes darted to the cat.
“I’m waiting for something.”
He answered the cat. It stopped underneath the boy’s arms, yearning for a pat.
“What is it that you are waiting for?”
The cat inquired. The boy’s hand ran through the cat’s back hair, scratching softly till the base of its tail in which the cat purred fondly.
“I’m waiting for that apple to fall off, I am hungry you see and that apple is the only means for me to satiate it.”
The cat raised its eyebrow, confused at the boy’s statement.
“Why don’t you climb up? Is it not faster that way? I have just gotten down from the tree, I am sure you are very much capable to do so too.”
“No, it is not ready yet. It will be ready when it falls of on its own.”
The cat changed its position and laid on its back, now wanting to be scratched more.
“How do you know that boy? Has the apple told you so? What if it rots in its way down?”
The boy started thinking for a moment, pausing the scratching for a moment. Then continued.
“I’m sure of it.”
The cat then nodded and started enjoying the massage.
Not long after, a bird landed on the boys lap. The three of them played around for a while, the boy, the cat, and the bird. After some time the bird decided to fly off into the depths of the tree. The bird no longer in sight, the boy gave out a sigh.
“I wanted to play with it a bit longer.”
The cat stood up.
“Then go chase it will you, I shall accompany you.”
The boy shook his head.
“No, it does not want to play with me anymore.”
“Then what will you do now?”
“I shall wait for its return, here beneath the tree.”
The cat licked its right paw. Then started departing from the boy.
“Where are you going? Won’t you accompany me longer?”
The boy cried. His breath started to rise up in frequency.
“I am tired of playing, I shall return to my home.”
The boy held out his hand. His hands vibrating from the unease.
“Surely, you can rest with me, here beneath the tree.”
The cat looked back to the boy.
“What good will that do me?”
“You will be with me.”
The cat closed its eyes and shook its head.
“And starve?”
“Surely not, there is an apple above us, I’m sure it will fall down any time now.”
The cat jumped onto a branch.
“Then what will we do after we eat?”
The boy thought hard then came to a conclusion,
“We can play with the bird again when it comes back.”
The cat sat on the branch and gave out a deep sigh.
“if it comes back boy.”
“Surely it will.”
The boy insisted.
“Surely, that is what you want, much like the falling of the apple, surely you want it to happen any time soon. But hear me boy, surely the bird will not come back, surely the apple will not fall, surely you will be alone there, starving. Why? For the bird does not rest within this tree, I do. For the apple will never fall down, I will eat it before then.”
The boy became flustered at the cat’s remark.
“I am sure you are kind enough to play with me and share with me your apple.”
“Surely you jest my boy, for I am a sneaky cat.”
“No you are not, you are a kind animal, I know that.”
“From which mouth have you gotten that idea my boy?”
The boy went speechless.
“I know one thing boy, I know that you know that everything you have said that you are sure of, is false. I know that you know that you were never waiting for something. You were just making an excuse. You were only waiting for anything. Or better yet, you were waiting for nothing.”
The boy’s breathing rose heavily. His hands gripped the grasses beneath him. The pulse of his heart can be heard a mile away and the annoyance of it was killing him.
“I am sorry boy, but before you stand up, you will receive nothing in return.”
The cat then vanished through the depths of the tree. Lying in rest, away from the eyes of the boy.
The boy then started waiting. Waiting for nothing.
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