Orange
Description
I remember finding her at the age of eighteen, not just a girl but the girl. The girl that everyone found beautiful but did not know how to approach because she gleamed brighter than Canopus. Everyone grew grotesque in my eyes whenever she enters a room. She would leave me ten feet tall with just one glimpse, one look and one smile. She was innocence, beauty, and perfection embodied. It was unintended but she became my fascination, and she was unaware but I became a servant beneath her feet. If I had known that I would lose her, I would’ve endeavored harder to give her the exact description of how I felt. The heavenly chaos that I felt around her, something beyond my comprehension. How I easily crumbled with the countless of emotions that she’s made me feel. An immensity of reluctance and willingness, divine and desolation. Invigorated and wearisome. Our story was predetermined before I met her. And thus our ending was not happily ever after, but a story that left me wishing for a different conclusion.
Foreword
Losing a loved one through sickness or health related issues is foreign to me. All my life, I had grown up in a healthy environment and although I have seen my grandfather on his death bed, his death was caused by natural aging. Acknowledging the beginning and the end of life had always been easy. Death itself is a natural occurrence that one has to go through despite of how healthy that person is. Truthfully I have read countless of books and have seen numerous of movies that concerns death caused by illness. I wasn’t intrigued with the infirmity inflicted on people rather I was curious with the behavior of the people around them. I specifically categorized the different behaviors into two general names: Overlooking and Idiocy. By definition, overlooking means to pay no heed. I had purposely named one of the behaviors as such because of how the individuals act whenever the person with a terminal illness is around. Individuals will deliberately ignore or avoid the person who has their life on the thread. Many might deny this, but it is a fact. They don’t necessarily evade that person because they have some sudden peculiarity of disgust or hate, it just so happens that most individuals wouldn’t know what to say or what to do if they were to come face to face with that particular person. What do you say to a person that’s dying? It’s a tricky question and so rather than facing that question head on, they prolong their time of hiding. The other behavior; idiocy, on the other hand are those people who tend to say senseless and dim-witted words of supposed reassurance. Granted that they did aim for some words of encouragements, individuals still manage to make the person feel worse than he or she already is.
Quite frankly, I was hoping that I wouldn’t be put in a situation that requires me to choose between idiocy and overlooking. It’d be difficult and candidly, I don’t think I’d be able to indicate which path to take.
Author's note: First Fanfic. A collaboration. Grammatical errors will be seen throughout the fanfic due to the authors being a lazy to proofread it.
*Canopus - 2nd brightest star
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