The Pen

01

He was sitting silently on the deck of the cruiser.

The café was located in the place where he could see the side of the cruiser cutting the fragile waves and rolling them into fragments, stretched far away in the ruthless dark-blue Atlantic, just like abreacting it’s anger and hunger to pursue the embrace of the ocean.

He put down his pen on that paint-off table, the letter was concealed with his tears. Gradually, the remote and distant horizon became hazy, hiding the bloody sunset behind the burning clouds. The orchestra on the cruiser felt the melancholy of the departure as well, they performed Chopin’s Tristesse near the café. Consequently, with the gentle piece going on, he could never hold his tears in his eyes.

A pen, a piece of paper, a cup of coffee, along with the man of melancholy.

The streetlight of the cruiser hadn’t come to exist yet, all his feelings messed up in this primitive darkness. He rose up his head, painfully, he saw the same starry starry night like what he noticed before the day of departure on the large balcony of the condo with her, with the same pen laying on the table. The constellations lined up in the galaxy, as if they were written her name on the firmament. These slight brightness reflected in the ocean, with the waves swaying and dancing. On the moonlit deck of the cruiser, he was wandering with the pen in his hand without a destination.

Suddenly, the lantern of the cruise ignited, the light brightened the side of the cruise, and made the dark ocean more obscure than before. He found the paper of the letter and threw them into the ocean. The paper drew a line in the sky like a falling meteor. So frail that he couldn’t even see the splash of the water. At the time before he pushed the pen into the ocean, he stopped.

02

She was sitting on the bench of the harbour, looking at the cruiser that slipped away into the horizon with a grey smoke hovering approach to the sunset glow gently. She would like to wave her hand in the air, however, he could never see that again with tears fully filled in his eyes. Crying, she ran to the condo with a large balcony located near the ocean, when the crowds of farewell began to leave the harbour. Running, as if he will return home after a few minutes.

The same sunset they enjoyed, the same melancholy they had, the same feeling they shared, the same starry night and darkness they experienced at a completely different place.

Inevitably, they were separated because of the distance.

03

Several years after that, she gave his pen to me as a precious present in case of the circumstances that she had to discard it somehow. She knows, I will reserve that pen forever, she knows I definitely will. Without saying a word, she turned around and ran away, leaving me far behind, just like what they did at the harbour on the day of departure.

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