Prelude
The once blue skies have turned a dark shade of grey. It is filled with smokey clouds from the mountain that have erupted onto the rocky land and home of the lives of my people. The sky has created streaks of red and orange like a painting but chaos surrounds the landscape that I stand in and howls of the wind pass through the land below, shoving me side to side - not allowing me to move even an inch forward.
Many of my people surround me with terror and despair wishing for a miracle of hope that this disaster will pass, but as I glance at them I just stand there bounding to the ground below without any way of moving to help them. As the world around me starts to crumble and many start to run terrified, I see in the distance a figure of familiarity and start to widen my eyes in disbelief. I immediately start to run, pushing through the crowd, desperately trying to reach for the figure, and when my knees finally give in to the rocky floor - I cry.
I fall on the ground, grabbing their body onto mine - their body is cold and lifeless without any sign of a beating heart. I start to weep and sob with every bone in my body while scurrying to place their hands, legs, and head in the breast of my body. I chant distant prayers of denial that someone has taken him away from this world: my world.
And scream with every soul of my body filled with anger - to the point that I feel my bones ripping through the boundary of my skin: my heart crumbles to the floor because he shouldn't have gone.I look at his face, innocent and calm, like a child that has fallen asleep in their mothers arms and look to the sky above asking God for a way to take my life instead of his.
When my eyes take one lost look at his body - I glance at the mountain where I see the lava coming down and taking my people along with it - like a giant hole that sucks those who pass it. At that point, I felt numb and couldn't understand and comprehend that this was my last time on this ground. The last time I'll ever see the water where I had my first swim and the tree nearby where I had my first - and I silently sob. But when I look at his hand, the ring that now glistens, where we promised we would always be together, makes me laugh and kiss his forehead, his nose, and cheeks.
As I caress his face, moving away his locks of brown hair, filled with specs of ashes and dried blood, I whisper to him sweet words - my favourite word - close to his earlobe: "Agapé", and kiss his cracked lips with mine.
And the lava covers us finally allowing us to rest.
