Moment of Time: Part 2

Friend 1: What are you doing?

She had an umbrella above her. She sheltered both of them from the rain.

She: Just hanging.

Friend 1: Come on inside. You've got everyone worried you know.

She: They are?

Friend: Yeah, they are concerned.

They didn't say anything so it was silent. Her friend knew she needed her space so she left her there, in the pouring rain.

A few minutes after, another friend came along.

Friend 2: What are you doing?

She: Just sitting here.

She knew no one would understood the reason she was there, in the cold grey rain.

Friend 2: Take this. And then I'll leave you alone.

The friend handed her an opened umbrella.

She: No thanks.

Friend 2: You're going to catch cold. Take it. You can play in the rain with this.

She: Then, it's not called playing in the rain then.

The friend sighed. The friend knew she was a stubborn one. She wouldn't listen to her. So she smacked her in the head and messed with her hair.

Friend 2: You'd better wash you hair thoroughly after this!

She: Will do.

And the friend left. She smiled.

She thought to herself, why are people so afraid to indulge themselves into something that would be worth the pain? Playing in the rain could catch you a cold,yes, but what's life without risks? Should we stop ourselves from having a joy in something although there might be consequences to it? Should we be afraid? Just because something has its implications, it doesn't mean that should stop us from doing it.

She was alive in the rain. It made her feel so full of emotions. She could only think clearly with water rubbing at her skin. She is at her best whenever water is poured at her. Best of all, she is inspired at that moment of time. But all was stopped when her intuitions told her to look back. She turned her head and saw two of her friends, one was from before, and another is who she would listen to. So she got up and ran away. She knew if they approach her, she wouldn't be able to continue what she was doing.

After a while, they stopped chasing her. She stopped.

She realised she was on another road. It was a long road. She said to herself, "Enough is enough, " For the last spin, she decided to have it all. She opened her arms and imagined herself as an airplane (how childish it was of her), and flew on the road. From left to right, and right to left. She felt it was real. And nothing could have stopped her. She was living her dream.

She walked slowly. It had come to an end. She had to return to her friend. And so she looked at them with a hopeful smile as she came in front of them. Surprisingly, they smiled back as if nothing happened. And at the moment of time, she knew, she had it all.