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"Its Bitterness"

It was a Thursday night. The stars were oddly not there, the sounds of the crickets playing their orchestra, the whole park seemingly spookier than a haunted house in a horror movie; but the moon was definitely gleaming like a diva who got a wild standing ovation from across the globe. It was on a Thursday night that I lit up my last cigarette from my pack and placed it between my lips, taking in the addictive bitter taste of smoke to my throat and towards my lungs, to huff out a slow breath of sigh, contentment and, partly, uneasiness.

I keep on forgetting that I wasn't alone at that time. I had company. We shared the night silently and differently. But most of all, we shared the night in a way that I could almost sense the approaching ghosts of filthy, bitter death.

The crickets went steadily silent. It was deafening as a chill ran through my spine. For a while, I longed for a noise---even the tiniest one. I was expecting to once again hear the orchestra of the crickets, but all I heard was a painful and mournful whine.

I saw despair, bitterness, anger and most of all; misery.

My company that night wasn't a person or a human or a mystical being. It was a dog. He wasn't my pet or my close friend or my family. He was simply a stranger who suddenly strolled beside me in a limping manner as he collapsed to the cold, damp ground.

He was in pain; deep pain. One that I could not describe so well, but could definitely see from all those fresh burns, cuts, wounds, scars all over his muzzle, head, body, paws, and limbs. I could not see a single trace of fur as they were replaced with harsh and ghostly marks all over.

He had no collar or leash around his neck. He must've been a stray dog. But I could easily tell that he was longing---missing someone from the hollow glistening eyes he held as he let out a low, raspy moan. It was then I realized that the crickets started playing their orchestra once again.

I was about to place my cigarette in my mouth when I felt a sudden weight on my lap. I looked down to see the dog cuddling my frail, thin figure as he sniffed the hem of my leather jacket. I was about to caress his ears when he startled me when his head collapsed lightly on the crook of my neck, with a lonesome, peaceful look on his face, but could still see those fresh tears that fell from his closed eyes.

Everything went silent again. The orchestra stopped playing and the cigarette between my index and middle finger continued to dissolve into ashes.

If I said that I felt nothing towards the dog that died in my arms, I would be a foolish and heartless liar. For a while, I didn't utter a single word or sound. I simply listened to the eerie silence lingering my ears. The crickets never played again and I thought that they might be mourning as well for the dog's sudden passing.

With a heavy sigh, I placed my cigarette between my lips, inhaling its last smoke to huff it out slowly...

...Unconsciously tasting its bitterness on the tip of my tongue.

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Jun 23, 2015 4:29:28 PM +08:00
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