The lake

He was on his way walking to the lake now, half way thru already. He will have to cross the Lincoln street, and then the east stadium boulevard, a few yards from cherry street and there lies the lake in all its glory, not a lot of fishes though owing to the reason that it’s a manmade lake, a wide variety of trees bordering the lake and silhouetting the mountains in the background. He is on the Lincoln street now and the sun is beginning to set, throughout the way he laid his hand on his pocket where he kept his cell phone, occasionally taking it out and checking if he got any messages. He rarely walked alone on that street; there was some sort of sadness in his eyes, quiver in his breath and loneliness filled all over him. As he walked he thought how different life could be, he stopped at a tree where he held her hand, where they looked into each other’s eyes, that’s when she said “We will be together, forever”. The time has passed away and he passed the tree continuing his journey to the lake. He remembered a line which he read from a book a while ago, “You come alone to this world, you will go alone”. He laughed at his very thought, it wasn’t his usual laugh though, this was a laugh at his own ignorance.



He took out his cell phone again; it still had no text messages or missed calls, just a wallpaper of her looking at him and smiling. Now he came to the end of the street, if they were together, they would normally run across the street if it was the red signal, she never liked it but ran with him as he wanted to do it. The traffic light showed red, he wanted to run but stopped now as she doesn’t like running the signal, his inside voice spoke, “Run, idiot! There is no one stopping you now”. He came to the stadium boulevard now; there are no people on the side walk. He took out his cell phone thinking if she called him or texted him, but there was nothing, just her wallpaper smiling at him. He continued to walk silently, his feet cramping as he didn’t have any food since the last few days. He finally came to the cherry street, a few paces and he could see the lake, he could see her run before him and challenging him to beat her to the lake. He started running, slipped and fell to the ground, his hand bruised badly, he looked at the street, there were no one, she wasn’t there, but he could still feel her around. He walked slowly to the lake, sat at the coast with his feet in the cold water; he could feel the gravel and the sand under his feet. He cried looking into the lake, water slowly came down his moon-lit cheeks. He spent countless nights with her near the lake, she passed away, but he will keep coming to the lake, even though she passed away her memories will remain with him, their memories will remain with the lake.