After the breakup, the main lead simply drifted into a life of little purpose. No different from a drunkard, he was listless at work and ended up as a liability to his colleagues and his superiors. The Beatles' hit Yesterday comes to mind as the man gradully became a shadow of his former self, withdrawing himself into a self-imposed exile. Just when all hope was lost, he chanced upon a derelict cottage. On her walls were many rows of neat scribbling.
By this time, the man was already a sceptic of Life, full of scorn and resentment for anything else. Out of scant interest, he took a careless glance at the scribbling. For what seemed like a bolt out of the blue, he was struck by his own realisation that it was her scribbling. Her thoughts... All this while, his desperate attempts to communicate with her were rebuffed or greeted with a stony silence. Now that he was finally able to see her train of thought in its entirety, an odd sense of being overwhelmed set in.
Yet he managed to devour the contents in a hurry. You might have thought that the scribbling was the legendary Panacea if you had seen his expression. The glow in his eyes and the warmth in his face were back. All those unanswered questions in his mind were aptly answered by the Wall. Vindication? Perhaps.
The man realised that not all was lost and promptly got himself into shape. His colleagues were shocked and his superiors, privately relieved. For what could possibly have the means to transmute a heap of smithereens back into a sprightly man again? No one knew for certain and certainly no one had the decency to ask for they feared that this man might just lapse back into the dark spiral again.
Meanwhile, the man was really doing good. Determination and Peseverance were yet again on his side. Privately he knew that somewhere out there, she was still waiting for him. Drawing strength from this alone, he immersed himself in the Company again to the delight of his family elders. Unconsciously the man began to harbour a ritual of visiting the derelict cottage during his free time, hoping to catch a new update.
Unbeknownst to this man, the Wall was about to spring a heartbreaking blow to him. 2 weeks after the first sighting of this abandoned hove, the man came across yet another update. He read through it as he had always does, wolfing it down. But there was something wrong. Very wrong indeed.
The scribbling went "3 weeks after our breakup..." yet the man remembered vividly that the breakup was no older than 2 weeks. Alarmed, he read on. "I missed you so... Why did you have to go Guangxi for a voluntary Medical mission?" His heart sank. He was not the subject in her scribbling! All this while, he had been a fool while the Wall had made a farce out of him. He simply crumpled like a pack of cards, slumped against the cruel Wall. A tear rolled down his cheeks and as if it was beckoning its kind to follow, the rest followed soon after. Weeping and slumped against the solitary cottage, the man was a sorry sight...
I stood transfixed without a word. For what had just transpired before me in the googlebox was a cruel play of what had happened to me nearly a year ago. A nudge on the shoulder caused me to snap out of my frame of thought. I realised that my face had been contorted into an distraught expression of agony without my knowledge. I tried composing myself but i couldn't. I tried thinking of other things but i couldn't. I tried exercising to distract myself but i couldn't. I tried to stop her from entering my mind after such a long time but i couldn't.
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