Lights out. Deciding to take off five minutes early, the traffic police puts his helmet on and gets on his bike. There was something eerie about the night and he was rather nervous. He hated working alone at this time of the night, especially at that corner. One too many have had their lives robbed of them at that corner. One too many. When his bike finally started he was relieved to be driving away towards home. He smiled as his wife's face flashed before him. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His heart melts everytime a smile breaks across her face. Her smile could melt anything. Her delicate features, small and intricate made him proud everytime she stood next to him. Proud as her husband, her protector. His body began to ache for her.
Lights out. The scooter outside his house indicated that his teenage daughter was home. He shook his head. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on his sweet child. It began to drizzle and so it wasn't discernible whether the water droplets on his cheeks were tears or rain. Over the years she seemed to have been consistently distanced from her parents. She was a good kid, just growing up. He sighed.
He opened the door and entered the quiet house. He hated coming home this late when there is no one to smile and welcome him home. But it's been this way for a while. No one had greeted him for a while. He undressed and slid into the shower. He carefully slid into bed and fell asleep. Lights out.
Lights out. For years now they've been riding on those scooters. The travelers with their backpacks. Rain or shine. They kept moving on. Movement seemed to be the best solution. Mobility allowed them to escape themselves, and cast their attention on the practicalities of arriving, on the beauty of the landscape and the wonderment of the surroundings. Sometimes, the not so pleasant wonders of the human condition. But even that, better than their own pain. So on their scooters they get rain or shine, they kept moving onward. Lights out.
Lights out. He sighed. Another silent night, another nervous ride home, another memory, reminisce, another tear cried. Another night greeted by silence. This time, it was deadening silence. For a long time now, he had wished they would return home. Things never changed. He took on the night job to take him away from the empty house he dwells in everyday. The place wherefrom he could not run from his broken, broken heart.
Lights out. One too many have had their lives robbed of them at that corner. One too many. When his bike finally started he was relieved to be driving away towards home. He smiled as his wife's face flashed before him. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His heart melts everytime a smile breaks across her face. Her smile could melt anything. Her delicate features, small and intricate made him proud everytime she stood next to him. Proud as her husband, her protector. His body began to ache for her. The memories flooded back as he swiftly turned around the corner. Memories flooded back as the truck collides into his side. His heart began to sink to the deepest depth and break as the wheels of the truck mercilessly rolls over his body and crushes his bones. It began to drizzle and it's undiscernible whether the droplets on his cheeks are tears or rain.
He closed his eyes. Her voice singing the baby to sleep rang loud and clear. He fought the pain so he could see her face again. Blood and tears stained his face. Her face flashed before him. Once again he was captivated by her beauty. Pain began to surround him. Pain began to drown him out. Her voice turned into a whisper before it became inaudible. Nowhere to turn from the pain, just so he could hold her once again. It had him, and it began to take over. Aggressively. Her face began to fade. He took his last breath.
Lights out. She had lost something she could not replace, and this time there was no one to fix her. Tears stream down her face, and this time there was no one to fix her. She had lost something she could not let go. Nothing she could do. Something she had to live with. No escape. And this time, there was no one to fix her.
Lights out. Or was there?
Was there?
Lights.
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