Samuel will never forget what happened that day.
"I accepted my fate; fate of being the
ones to be blamed with such blasphemous words.
A man who sought to prevail in writing his own story, fight on his fate, I ought to deny my fate on my own, with my self-centered act, yet I wish it to be otherwise.
Mind of a person could think in such terms of fate as being written on its own; one can try to think of immoral part of oneself,
so that others can try to make it vulnerable from its mind to break upon others in sophisticated way to shatter for that one's hope of being not sealed by fate.".
***
It was raining in the midst of fog, no revving
engines sounds nearby;
sounds of pouring rain that was not too heavy and not too shallow; only the sounds from a man in his mid-30s walking in the rain passes the bridge, wearing a coat and a glove of his and wear funeral attire in his coat, some source of light from the streets that are dim, lighting the bridge, still not enough to see more beyond the fog.
As he walked with his thoughts clouded his mind, he stops at one of the shops nearby to cover himself from the rain before the rain gets heavier, he will continue his journey back
home after his wife death hits him like a struck of a lightning and so as the world respond with the rain wet the earth with its coldness of the air and heavy fog.
His mind aches of the past. Now he is a man like just any man who walks around the
streets concealing his true pain and only shows a fake smile that makes people
think that his life has no problem and no worries.
So, it seems he is lost, indeed, he is lost yet he kept thinking of his past haunting him.
Time does change for them and so the ones who think that time is consuming the one who thinks.
On the contrary, one can think until it passes but the problems of the past can haunt oneself to reign in despair, yet he knows he must be strong for himself, for his late wife's death that is just recent this morning and his late mother long ago.
***
Now in the present after 26 years of his vulnerability, He looked upon the rain.
The pouring sound from the rain is such a melancholy for him after his wife's death is unexpected.
He found a woman of his life 4 years ago, making his heart flourish like a garden blooming a carpet of white and orange tulips across his eyes, as far the eyes can see the end of the horizon to see the sun rise and make the flower blooms.
It was Saturday, June 12th, 2008, the day of his life together with Charlotte, the woman that catches his eyes like a frame of a picture that never fades on capturing the memories.
Some of the memories still flashes between his eyes like it is in front of him begging, dragging him to watch blissful intimate memories with his beloved that he wishes to forget but still dear to his heart.
The memories of them are still fresh, from the day they met until her last breath in this world.
One of the scenes of them together
and the conversation still fresh in his mind like it preserved with no corruption within surroundings.
Charlotte sees him pondering outside from the café as he wrote his poem reflecting the environment from outside and the café
itself.
She holds his hand with a soft delicate hand of hers.
Her smiles grew wider as he looked at her
and responded with a smile to her. Her smile is like a white fox in the forest; he was mesmerized by the beauty of her smile.
He looked at her hand holding his with their rings intertwined.
It reminds him when he goes on to Rome, with pictures in his camera's inventory.
As he looked at one of the pantheon's beauties, he took picture of it.
He looked at the results of the picture of the pantheon,
then, his heart skips a beat to see a woman that is so beautiful that he made a poem in his head, and it reads:
'A cold day from a such sight,
A cloudy day with no sun in plain sight,
Took a picture of a pantheon of its art,
The picture has a strange feel to it.
She has a smile that can froze me for a long
while,
That day upon her red wavy hair just like a
sweet gale.
An endearing smile.
The cold day turns into a summerlike warm,
With blissful hazel eyes of her charm.'
On that day, he braced himself to confront this woman that he mesmerized by her
beauty.
His heart was like it found a ticket in the carrousel for her to enjoy in the magical fun fair that he created.
As the time passed, the woman became his wife,his beloved for 4 years.
From that span of time, it was the most beautiful thing that happened in Samuel's life,
his happiness ended in such tragedy.
A walking shoes sound near the place he shed that he waits for the rain to come
to pass,
he snaps back into reality.
He looked towards the sound that came
near.
A man approaches the place.
"Sir Harold?"
He glanced at his side and surprised.
"Oh, Detective?
What a coincidence meeting you here!
I was on my way to the police station to talk with you, but guess you are here,
then it's good enough."
"What is it, Sir? You seem quite bothered…"
"I have a request, actually it's rather
personal matter. It's about my daughter. She's gone missing for weeks now. She hasn't
message me these couple weeks and her phone seems died out."
"She might want to have breathing room for a while. With all her work as a journalist and a writer, might as well give her time to rest."
"I'm just worried about her, detective…She's
just a child to me."
"Can you please help find her, detective.
Only you that I trust to find my little daughter.
I will explain more at my manor, detective. That is a promise."
He sighed and smile, agreeing to the old
man's plea.
"Very well. I Can't say no to the old man's plea. I guess I will help
you then, Sir."
"Thank you, detective. It is best we
discuss more at my manor this evening.
Right now, I have matter to attend to.
It's a blessing meeting you here."
He smiled at the detective as he patted his
shoulder and off to his way out of the rain.
As Sir Harold goes away, Samuel take on his hat once more and walk through the rain and go to nearby station, taking the train and go to the place once hold many memories: now it's a solitude place.
Home, is his next destination.