I was walking, no, running. I never felt so helpless in my entire life. I don't know where to go or atleast where to start. My mind went blank as I thought of ways on how to get to her in time. My chest felt like it was being crushed by an anvil. It was an understatement. I felt like dying.
I never actually thought this day would come. I'm clutching the book she gave me a month ago. Tears rolling down my face as I pray to Him. I was never been the guy who's religious and all. But this time, I was praying for a miracle. Not for me. But for her.
'God, please. Let me make it in time', I muttered while hailing for a cab.
I know people looked at me like I'm some kind of a crazy person. Who wouldn't? Here I am standing under the waiting shed with only a tattered pair of shorts, an old sneaker, a white shirt and my black hoodie that I grabbed after I finished reading the book. My hair were all disheveled probably from pulling it out of frustration and confusion.
To further add on the mood, the rain just pour heavily like the sky just shared my agony and pain. Even the heaven knew they were about to lose an angel. Or maybe they actually already lost one.
After what felt like hours, a cab stop in front of me. As soon as I was about to enter, I was pushed on the side by a group of men who were all in the state of drunkenness. I was so furious as I stared at the cab driving speedily in the middle of the night. And as if taunting me, thunder and lightning boomed and flashed the sky.
Groaning in frustration, I kicked a little pebble and cursed under my breath. Luckily, there's a cab who happened to dropped a passenger near me and I wasted no time to jumped in before someone would steal this ride from me. Because if that ever happened, I know in myself that I would seriously throw a fit.
With me being a little soaked from the rain, I said my apologies to the driver as I told him where I was heading.
The thunderstorm didn't help my way towards the destination for as soon, the traffic built up. I noticed the driver looked at me with his eyes looking full of wisdom which may be due to his old age and experience with life. He must be thinking why I'm looking like this as he was staring at my tear streaked face.
Proving my thoughts on him, he asked me a question I don't even know how to answer.
''Son, are you alright?''
I took a glance at him before sighing. How am I supposed to answer that? Should I tell him that I'm about to lose someone tonight? No. Thinking about it made me cry even more.
He didn't wait for me to answer and he spoke again.
"It's alright son. Let it go. For whatever's happening now, it shall pass and your life must not stop even if it hurts"
I silently cried at the back leaning on the window of the car. My hands sweated and was shaking from fear. A lump formed in my throat as I fought back my sob. The driver kept on looking at me over the mirror as if checking if I'm really sane and okay. I know, it's not like everyday, you would see a guy who's been openly crying his heart out before a stranger let alone in a full view of public. I don't care about that. I'm also a human who's been through pains and hardships. I don't care what they thought about me. Judge me all they want but none of that matters to me now. All I'm thinking about this moment was to get to where she is. She needs me more than ever.
My cries went to a stopped after the old driver announced that we're already at the place. I thanked him as I took my wallet and paid him.
As I was about to head out, I heard him called to me.
"Son, whatever happens tonight, cling on to your life and never give up. Remember her wishes to you."
I was stunned staring at the cab who's been getting farther away from me. The driver kind of creeped me out with his words. He spoke like he seems to know something but I couldn't figure out how.
A lightning woke me up from my reverie. I should think of that later. For now, she comes first. I bolted towards the gate not too far away from me and called out to the family inside.
The house looked dark and eerie with the thunder and lightning as its background. It felt like it was deserted or something. There were no lights or any sign of someone inside. Not long enough, an old woman who would pass as a grandmother in a floral dress approached me and asked who was I.
"I'm Kenzo and I'm sorry to barged in here this late at night but I want to know where's the family who's been living in this house."
The woman gave me a confused look before asking me to come to her little home. I refused her as I was in an emergency but her next word shocked the hell out of me.
I blankly followed her in and as I sit down, she offered me a hot choco and a towel that helped ease the coldness I'm feeling.
She motioned for the book I'm holding as I fought my tears from falling.
"It was from my best friend. My buddy. My other half. My angel."
"Cassiopeia." Granny Simeona whispered but loud enough for me to hear.
Yes, her name was Cassiopeia. The lady who's been turned into an angel a month ago.