1/5/2016
"Damnit!"
"I don't think i'm late.I still have time to save her!"
The rain fell slowly, the world became silent, as the young man dashed through the hospital.
"Mom!"
As the young man approached, he could see the pain and suffering etched onto her face and it worried him more.
"Mom, i got the cash!"
"Don't worry mom, you'll be okay!"
With the money clutched tightly in his hand, the young man raced to the doctor.
"Doctor, Is this enough, right!?"
"Right!?"
The young man's eyes were filled with desperation, and his tone shook with urgency.The doctor could sense the gravity of the situation, and the young man's profound fear of losing his mother.
"Calm down, kiddo.I have some bad news for you.Why don't you have a cup of tea with me and we'll talk things out?"
The doctor tried to calm the young boy down, but his words fell on deaf ears.The young man was overcome with worry and desperation to listen to any soothing word.
"Please, i'm begging you to save her, please!"
The doctor knew he needed a different approach to calm the young man down.His initial attempt had failed and the young man was becoming increasingly distaught.
"Look, i'll save your mother in no time, but first, please come with me and let's have a talk.besides, you need some rest."
Seeing the doctor's sincere expression and hearing his promises to save his mother, the young man eventually relented.He followd the doctor silently, his mind racing with a mix of fear, hoping for his mother's recovery.
"Have a seat, kid.Can i get you a latte or a cappuchino?"
"You look like you could use something warm and comforting."
"No thanks, just... water will be fine...."
The young man fidgeted nervously in his seat, his legs bouncing up and down as his anxiety took hold.The doctor tried to make small talk, hoping to bring a sense of comfort to the young boy.
"I find the light rain quite soothing, don't you think?"
"There's something peaceful about it.Anyway, I have to say, you came up with a pretty impressive amount of money.Mind telling me how you managed to come up with that much money?"
The young man replied slowly this time, he still kept his guard up.
"That money is the result of every hour of backbreaking toil i've endured these past few days– a testament to the lengths i would go to save her."
The doctor took a slow sip of his coffee, his gazed remaining fixed on the young boy before him.Thoughtfully, he admired a harworker.
"That sounds about right."
"Before we go further, there's something you need to know.But i'm afraid it's isn't good."
The young boy couldn't help but feel a curiosity mixed with worry at the doctor's word.Whatever the doctor had to say was important, but the anticipation of bad news was gnawing to him, adding to the already stress situation.His mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each more terrifiying than the last.Nevertheless, he knew he had to listen, for the sake of his mother.
"I'm sorry to say this, but your mother's illness... cannot be cured.It's progressed too far, and there's nothing we can do about it.I'm really sorry, kid."
The young man's heart feel heavy after hearing the news.It's unbearable for him, it's too much.
"You have no idea how hard i've worked to save up that money!"
"I haven't had a goodnight's sleep in weeks, working day and night just to make a few more pennies, i dropped out of school for her and now you're telling me it's all for nothing!?"
The young man's emotion boiled over, and he vented his frustation by throughing things, and pushing furnitures around the room.Glasses shuttered againest the wall, papers flew everywhere, and the couch was overturned in his rampage.His mind was a whirlwind of anguish and despair, and the need to release his pent-up anger was overwhelming.
The doctor stepped in, trying to physically restrain the young man from causing further damage.He grabbed the young man firmly by the shoulders, pinning him to the wall.
"Easy there, kid.I understand how you feel.But you need to calm down."
The young man relaxed his body, and the doctor took the sign that he had calm down.He took a step back, releasing his grip on the young man's shoulders.As soon as he was free, the young man dashed out of the room, running towards his mother's room in a desperate rush.The sound of his footsteps echoed through the halls.The young man darted through the hospital corridors like a madman, oblivious to the startled nurses, patients, and stuff members as he barged past.Confusion as they watch him zip by in a desperate frenzy.He burst into his mother's room, his eyes brimming with tears as he rushed to her bedside.Verge of tears, He took her hand in his, pleading with her to wake up, but her body remained motionless, unresponsive to his desperate pleas.The silent of the room was deafening, the only sound being the young man's ragged breaths and the beeping of the machines beside her bed.
"Wake up, mom.You have to wake up, mom.I got you a surprise!"
"Please get up, please!"
Shortly after, beeping of the machine paced up and team of medical personnal rushed into the room.They ushered the young man out, using their phyiscal strength to overcome his resistance.The machine beside the mother's bed began to beep faster and faster, indicating life-or-death situation.Without hesitation, they sprang into action, starting resuscitation efforts in a last-ditch attempt to save her life.
...
But unfortunately, she didn't make it.The young man's world crumbled around.In the end, he did everything he could... but can't save his love one.
3/5/2016...
".... In these few days, i haven't sleep well, I was hallucinating about my mother... how she cooks.. take care of the house... Maybe i wasn't good enough.... I can't moved on.I'm trapped... If someone can help me.... only if...."
Gribbed by the crushing weight of depression, he stands on the edge of the balcony, teetering between despair and the final decision to end it all...
He stepped into the void, surrendering to the wind as if it could only He stepped into the void, surrendering to the wind as if it could decide his fate for him. Eyes closed, he embraced the fleeting sensation of weightlessness—freedom, at last, from the heaviness of his life.
"I feel... so free... from this cruel world..."
But instead of darkness, he awoke in a sun-drenched yard, lying among a sea of wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, as though the earth itself had caught him in its arms.Not of the expected oblivion, warmth met his skin. The scent of blossoms filled his lungs. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the golden light. Around him, an endless field of flowers swayed like a living sea, vibrant and untouched, as if time itself had forgotten this place.
He pushed himself up, disoriented, the memory of falling still clinging to his limbs like a fading shadow. Turning in slow circles, he whispered into the quiet.
"Where am i?"
"Did i died?"
He scanned the horizon, searching—perhaps for a figure, a sign, anything to explain why the end had led him here instead of nowhere.
Something shifted. A figure stood in the distance, still as stone, half-lit by the soft glow that bathed the field. There was something hauntingly familiar in the way he stood—an echo, a shadow from another life.
His heart stirred. Did he know this person? Or was it just the shape of loneliness wearing a face he longed to remember? He couldn't tell. But the pull was undeniable.
He stepped forward, cautious, curious. The flowers parted like whispers beneath his feet, and the wind seemed to hush as he drew closer.
"Hey you,..... Who are you?"
The figure didn't move, but something in the air changed — a ripple, a memory, maybe both. And suddenly, he wasn't sure if he was walking toward a stranger... or a forgotten part of himself.
The figure remained still, unmoving, as though carved from the quiet itself. He didn't turn around, yet his voice slipped into the air— calm, low, and strangely familiar, as if it echoed from inside the listener's own mind.
"Well… greetings, young man. Still drowning in sorrow, are we? Still aching from the loss?"
A pause, then a sigh that felt like it rustled the very petals beneath their feet.
"How tragic… how very human. But perhaps— just perhaps — I can offer you something. A thread of hope, frayed though it may be."
The wind stilled, holding its breath.
"You're not dead… not yet. But you stand at the edge. And I… I can give you one final chance. A choice. A door into another world, where someone you love might still be waiting to be saved…"
His brow furrowed, confusion washing over him like a slow tide. None of it made sense —the words, the place, the presence of the stranger who seemed to know too much.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"And how do you know about m-"
He paused mid-sentence.
"Wait… your voice. You sound... familiar."
At last, the figure turned. Slowly, deliberately. And there — standing in the golden haze, wearing his face like a reflection cut from dream or nightmare — was himself.
"Well, someone had to give you the answer eventually, didn't i?"
"...Echo Amaryllis?"
The figure or can be said — himself replied with expressionless.
"How did you know my name?!"
But before he could finish, something strange filled the air — thick, sweet, almost unnatural. The scent wrapped around him, heavy and dizzying. His knees buckled, the world spun —and everything went black...