Love Or Lies; The Memories That Could'nt Help But Flow

"See you! Thanks for dropping me off!"

"Dota2?"

"Sure but not now. Maybe later? See you!"

He took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, opened the gate and advanced to the locked door that prevented him to advance further in to his house. He searched for the key that was hidden under the pot that was at the side of the door, unlocked the door, took out his Canvas shoes and advanced further in to his house. He went to put down his bag on the chair and went back to lock the door that he had left opened. He advanced upstairs so that he could take a nice warm bath. He took out his shirt but before he could approach his toilet door, his phone vibrated on his bed. 

*brrrrrrrr

He went to check who was it from. He unlocked the phone and pulled down his notification screen from the top of his black Apple Iphone. 

"Hey. It's been awhile hasn't it?

As silence filled the air, everything started flowing back to his mind. 

"I Love You"

"I'll never let you go"

"I Promise"

"I wanna get married to you"

"I miss you"

"I Don't Love You Anymore"

"I wanna break up"

"I never promised you that"

"I wanna marry him"

"Go away from me please"

He sat down, leaning agianst his cupboard. "Why of all times, did she have to text me now? I thought I had gotten over her?! What is going on with me!?" he thought to himself, wondering in both confusion and anger. Tears started streaming down his face and he couldn't stop crying. His memories started to flow like a violent river across his mind and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He picked up his phone, looked down at his phone. As tears fell on top of the phone, he replied "Hey. Yeah. It's been awhile.". He eagerly waited for her reply, clenching his left fist, clunching his teeth with his eyes all red from the tears as he felt different types of emotions going through his heart. Was he angry? Was he sad? Was he happy? Or was he all three? 

"I miss you"

*thud thud

His heart skipped a beat. He felt glad for a short period of time but after that, everything he felt was filled with hatred and with anger.

"YOU MISS ME?! HOW THE HECK COULD MISS ME!? AFTER EVERYTHING YOU PUT ME THROUGH!? AND NOW, YOU COME BACK AFTER SO LONG AND SAY YOU MISS ME!? HOW INHUMAN CAN YOU GET!? WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU EVER SAY THAT YOU MISS ME AFTER SO LONG!? AFTER EVERYTHING! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! STOP TEXTING ME! STOP COMMU..........." but he stopped halfway. He wiped the tears away from his eyes, he rationalised his thoughts and deleted the text that he wanted to send to her. He brought himself back to the day he first met her in his memories and he wrote...

"I miss you too"

To Be Continued

He's Always Here

He needed help. He craved for help. He felt lonely after all the things he went through. His girlfriend left him. His parents were always busy and his brother never acknowledged his existence and was constantly calling him a freak. He decided, "Hey, I guess I'm not important to anyone in this world right? No one will care if I'm gone right? I guess... It'll soon be all over.." as he elevated himself upon a stool he had brought from the kitchen and tied a noose around his neck that was hung from a ceiling fan. As he took his last breath, he said "Goodbye world. I won't be seeing you anymore.." as he let a tear down his face. He took a step but restrained himself from completing that step. "Can I do it? Does anyone really care about me...? Please.. Someone stop me...!!!" but it was too late. He tripped and fell. As his body hung from the ceiling fan, his life flashed before him and he saw something that changed his decision immediately but it was too late... He thought.

*Snap

The rope snapped as it couldn't take the weight of the boy. He breathed a little yet he remained unconscious. As he awoke within a dream, he saw his body lying on the floor. "Am I dead? Am I really dead? Well, no one will miss me..." as he spoke to himself. He turned around and to his amazement, a bright white silhouette stood before him. "I guess you're the one who's gonna bring me to heaven aren't you? You can't be the God Of  Death because you're all white. You're an angel right? I guess I am going to heaven." as he let out a breath of relief. "I'm not an angel. I am your Saviour. Your Creator. Your God. Your Father." "A god? Please. Don't lie to me angel. A god would never come before a worthless being like me. My existence wasn't even acknowleged by anyone living person on Earth so why would this 'God' be bothered with my existence! Just take me to heaven please." "It's because this 'god' loves you like none any other. It's because I love you like none any other. I am your Father. I have called upon your name so many times but you didn't hear Me. I wanted you to hear me, my son but you didn't choose to hear me." "If you're really God, then what the hell have You done for me!? What!? After all the times I suffered, were you there once!? WERE YOU!?". The white silhouette let out a tear from His eye and waved His hand across the floor. A stream of memories flowed across the floor like a calm flowing river. "I was there, my son. I called upon your name so many times, Peter. I wanted you to come back to Me." As Peter stood on top of the stream of memories, he noticed the times when he was depressed. He saw himself picking up a phone and reading a text from one of his good friends. It was written "The Lord Your God  is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love. He will rejoice over you with singing. Dude, this is a passage from the bible, Zephaniah 3:17 . I recently studied it at church and I really hope you are doing well. When I read this passage, it reminded me of you. Dude, don't forget that I am here and that God is always here with you. You have to know that. Don't do anything stupid okay? Bro, I am here for you. Talk to me if there is anything okay? Don't try to take the toll by yourself. Call me when you can!" As Peter watched himself, he let out a tear because he saw himself throw that phone away and ignored everyone that ever cared for him. Then another memory passed him. He noticed a white dove flying pass his house. During that time, he caught eye of the white dove but he never actually took note of it. Peter then realised that awhile ago, he read online that the White Dove represents the Holy Spirit. More tears started to flow down his cheek. "I..I didn't know... I DIDN'T KNOW! I DIDN'T KNOW, GOD!!!!" "My son, no matter how far you drift away from Me, I will always be here, chasing after you." As the white silhouette spoke, He got closer to Peter, He took him in His arms, He lifted his face, wiped the tears from his eyes, He said "Son...". Peter thought to himself, "He called me son... After everything, He called me son...." "Son, do you know? That I still love you". As Peter cried, he said "YES, MY FATHER!!!!"........

As he awoke from his slumber, he saw a white room. He thought he had reached heaven but as his vision got clearer, he realised that he was resting on a  hospital bed. His mom's head was lying beside him, sleeping while his dad was sleeping on a couch before him. "Mom...Dad?" As his parents awoke from their sleep, to their surprise, their son was awake. They ran to him and threw their arms over him. They cried so much but were interrupted by how wide Peter's smile was. They asked why was he smiling. "Mom, Dad... I met Him. I met my Father." The parents were confused as to what he was saying. "What are you talking about, my dear son? Are you feeling okay? How are you?" "No, mom and dad. You've got it all wrong. I met Him. Our Creator. Our Saviour. Our God. Our............." As tears started to flow out of his eyes..."Father...."