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Bodhisattva |
| Written by Egoist | |
| Thursday, 06 March 2008 | |
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Share it:      It takes a long time to get someone’s trust. I watched as she sat there almost waiting for the sky to fall. She sat underneath that tree all day after school got out. It didn’t scare me. It amused me, and made my care for her stronger. That Angel. Sometimes if I felt like it, I’d join her myself, but then again if any other students were to see me sitting with her, they would find it unusual for a guy to be sitting next to a girl, and not talking about anything. They would think I like her. I do, but I don’t want her to know. She’s an Angel, too perfect for me. The tree was on a cliff at the edge of town. A grassy path led to the enormous maple, to look down the edge across town. You felt strong there, and made you want to yell out, at the top of your lungs, that you were the king of the world. But that would seem pretty immature for being in high school. Though, I had already done that yesterday. Her name was Aurora. The nicest girl in my school, and the most mysterious too. She moved here about two years ago, and you’d think that a nice girl like her would have tons of friends. She didn’t have any. She got good grades, and would smile every day. But the smile meant nothing when you didn’t know anything about her. No one knew about her past, or her future. When you would ask she would smile and say, someday. Someday. It may not have made others think, but it sure did make me. I couldn’t sleep at night. I do like her, but I won’t admit it. That Angel. The only bodhisattva left on earth. But who is she protecting? The town? She lives in an apartment with her stepbrother, Boomer. They aren’t even blood related, and he’s nothing like an Angel. He smokes and stays inside the apartment painting all day. But he takes care of her. Normally. So I sit with her. She doesn’t mind. She just smiles that honest smile, and looks into the celestial sphere. Probably where she is from. I’m too afraid to touch her, Aurora. I’m afraid I’ll melt, at her touch, from her holiness. I’m probably a Demon to her.
So we sat there. On the cliff, under the tree, looking into the heavens. Our vices of time, where everything became known, and everything was sensible. She gave her honest smile towards the skies, and occasionally I would turn to purify my eyes. We sat there, with no disturbance. “Who are you?” She said something. I wanted to say what, but I know what she said. Should I say my name? Or a Demon? No, that makes no sense. Telling her I’m a monster, she obviously doesn’t know me. I’ll say my name. Out of all the times we sat together here, I’ll tell her my name. “Bade. I’m Bade.” She kept smiling at the sky, “That’s a nice name. What does it mean?” What should I say? I don’t know what it means! Should I say Demon? Stop it! I’m not a Demon if she’s talking to me! “I…don’t really know,” I smiled at her, to let her know I care somewhat of this situation. She didn’t look though. I guess she didn’t need to. “Do you know who I am?” “Aurora, you’re in my grade…Uh, I’ve been coming here to sit next to you.” She finally turned towards me and showed her appreciation, “Thank you for your company.” Her smile was pure, so pure. She was more than an Angel. I wanted to kiss her, but that would be rude to go and spread my germs. I just starred at her eyes with a smile, so I wouldn’t seem so serious. She had the lightest baby blue eyes, with blonde hair. It made her stand out. And me, I was just a poor teenage boy falling for an Angel. I had dark brown scrunched up hair, with a deeper blue colored eyes. I didn’t have wings or a halo. She stood up and leaned against the tree. I stood up immediately after her. I shouldn’t have, now I seem like a stalker. I wanted to sit down, I can’t. It would just seem stupid. “Bade?” “Yeah?” she caught my attention, once more. As if she hadn’t already. She looked at the town, “Are you from here?” I looked at it too, “Yeah, I was born here. Where are you from?” Heaven. “A small town, I was home schooled by my brother, till two years ago.” The moment grew silent. I wanted to ask her so much. And not just usual things such as, ‘how are you doing’ or ‘what’s your favorite movie?’ I wanted to ask her, what she thinks about life, where are her parents, who does she like, and why do you stay up here? Are you a bodhisattva? Answer me, with that cute smile. “Why do you come up here everyday after school?” I said. “Why do you follow me?” Does she think I’m a stalker? I’m not, should I say I like her? Stop hesitating! “I…want to learn more about you.” “So that’s why you asked the question then? I guess. Well what would you want to know?” I got her attention. She’s going to help me sleep. She’s still smiling, she still likes my company. Don’t make her feel uncomfortable. I’ll ask her something normal, like, ‘what’s your favorite hobby?’ Okay, here I go… “I’m leaving tomorrow,” she made me stop. I couldn’t ask. Now I feel bad, it’s not my fault. I should’ve asked quicker. “Where? Where are you going?” She smiled and closed her eyes as her heavenly voice lifted me off my feet, “I’m leaving without my brother.” Why? “I want to see the world, for what it really is.” But you can’t, I mean, look at us, you’re only a teenager. No one would understand why a lonely teenager walks around. Don’t do it. Stay here. “I want to leave, because this town makes us seem trapped in between the mountains. And I’m sure there are more cliffs like this one.” No. We aren’t trapped. Wait a bit longer. Wait till you’re out of school, and then leave, when I know you. “Do you want to come with?” … She was looking at me again. What’s my response? I opened my mouth, but in my shock it was just opening, and not talking. “You’re right.” I’m right, about what? She turned around, “You’re too immature.” She left. I was stunned. Was I just denied, I mean, does she hate me? Is she leaving for good? The celestial figure left and I’m alone.
The sun rose the next day, we had no school.I went to the tree around noon, and I sat there waiting. Waiting for the sky to fall. It came around sunset, and it seemed that she was right. I was too immature to follow her. I was too immature for heaven. Copyright 2008 Egoist |
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