A Short Story

There was a guy named Nicolo

Future was was so clear on his mind when he was young

Now that he got old. He ended on a blocked road

as he dreamed of it.

Somehow he found himself sitting on a bench

In a park far from home

That was it. He couldn't believe it

He'd traveled on his own at last

Taking a deep breath

He smelled the cool air

mixed with the scent of the cherry blossom around him

Dancing to the blowing wind

That was one of his dream

To reach the beautiful land of Japan

No one noticed him though

The people just walked with the smile on their faces

Even if he tried to talked to them

They couldn't understand him

He knew a little of their language

So, he stayed watching their whole being

He's jealous to the group of friends near him

He has friends but still he felt like he didn't have

A couple held hand

His heart melted thinking why he couldn't have someone

Suddenly, he felt this void on his chest

The surrounding made him sad

It couldn't no longer draw a smile on his lips

A tear fell from his eyes as he stood

He was pulled by this feeling

That he needed to get back from where he's born

In one step he's already on the front of their house

It didn't surprise him at all

What surprised him was the people

Sitting on every table, holding cards and cups

Just like from the park

He's like an invisible as he walked in to the door

He saw his father sitting on a chair near a coffin

Nicolo wandered why his father was crying

Did someone died that he didn't known of?

Curiosity struck him so he walked closer to the white box

As he looked down to the glass covered casket

Tear fell down again on his cheeks

Why he was seeing himself?

He couldn't utter a word. It was really him.