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Walk me out?

Updated on November 27, 2013

"Hey, are you okay?" a soft voice asked.

My head felt weird, like my brain wanted to break out of my skull and my eyes just felt so tired, that I can't even open them out.

"Um, hello? Are you okay?" the voice asked one more time.

I tried opening my eyes, my vision was blurred really hard. I can't see an inch in front of me. I remember that I was sitting in a curb, in a road, in some kind of village, far away from some place I ran from. I have the worse case of hangover, I thought. I could not even look up to the sky, because the light would hurt my eyes, or melt them, so I thought.

"......Sir, it's 10 o'clock in the morning, and I think that you slept in that curb over night. Are you okay? Do you need medical attention?" the soft voice asked me, which I realized it came from some girl.

I tried to look at her, my vision still blurred but I tried. After a time of analyzing her, staring at her, she was a female, at about my age, riding a bike, wearing a tank top and pink pajamas. She looked beautiful, adorable in fact, with crimson black hair. She smiled at me and said," Finally, I thought you were dead." with a sigh of relief. I checked my wrist watch, she was right, it was 10 in the morning, and I just realized I slept in a curb, in some far place I have no idea where.

"So, how did you get here?" She asked.

"Actually, I have no slight idea, how did I got here." I replied, with my voice croaking.

She stared me and analyzed me for some time, with wonder in the way she looked at me, like I was some alien from another planet.

"Don't worry, I'm not dangerous. Well, that's what I think." I said to her. She laughed and said to me,"No, I don't think you are, I just think that you're lost." Then she gave me one of those adorable smiles again.

"Aren't we all?" I said.

"All...what?" She asked with wonder.

"Aren't we all lost?" I said to her with a half-smile.

I don't remember much from last night, except being in a party, a college party, which I don't remember much from. I don't even have the slightest idea who held it. I don't even remember the people I went with.

"Well, I'm not lost, I'm near my house talking to some strange guy who apparently slept in a curb near my house." She replied adorably.

"You don't understand my statement. Not lost by place, lost by means, by reason." I said to her.

I had no idea why I said that, but it seemed me, I knew that she might think I'm weird, and that would freak her out. I checked what I was wearing, and they were all there. The dark blue long sleeves and my brown pants, black leather shoes. Looks like I didn't get mugged after all. I looked at her again, she was just staring at me. I smiled.

"Hey, um, I need a way out of this place." I said.

"Don't we all?" she replied, smiling.

I smiled and laughed. "Wow, well played, stranger." I said to her.

"Hey, you're the stranger here." She said to me.

"Name is Martin, and who do I have the pleasure speaking to?" I said, standing up from the curb, for a moment I almost tipped over, but i was able to gain my balance.

"Angel, my name is Angel."

"Did your mother ever told you not to talk to strangers?"

"It was my dearest mother who told me, to come here and talk to you, Mister Martin, so don't go with that with me."

"Oh, is she that woman watching us now?"

I pointed at a middle aged woman some meters away, which I believed her house is located.

"Yes, that's my mother." She said

I smiled and wave at her, she didn't seem to care, and just walked back inside the house.

"Ouch, she doesn't seem to like me." I said, giving out a smile.

"Don't worry, just a tough morning." She said with her adorable smile, once again.

The different scenarios, events, life tend to play for me seemed all orchestrated, fixed, somehow this girl was able to notice a half-drunk guy in the middle of the morning sleeping. I have no idea how can life, destiny can ever be fixed, or does life just find to put the pieces together?

"Miss Angel, I have a favor to ask you." I asked trying to be adorable the way she always seem to be.

"What is it, Mister Martin?" She asked.

"I need a way out of heaven." I said, smiling

She wondered for a while, she seemed to be quite absent-minded, for a moment she looked so cute in a very innocent way. Then she asked," Heaven? Wait, what? If this is a joke...."

"Heaven, by meaning this place, I said 'Heaven' because your name is Angel, get it?" I said to her hoping to stop her wonders.

"Why would you want to leave Heaven, then? I mean isn't Heaven beautiful enough for all people to stay?" She asked.

I knew that she just played with it, the scenario, I had no idea why, but she went with it.

"Heaven is great and all, but its not the place for me, not the place for all of us." I replied.

"Well, if Heaven is not the place for you, where would be?" She asked with wonder.

"I've been to places, paradise, cities, they all seem to be the same."

"Same as what?"

"Same as Heaven. Great place, but people seem to great tired of beauty, of whatever they seem to see everyday, so Heaven is not the place for me. So If you can, can you help me find a way out?" I answered.

"So have you been to Heaven?" She asked.

"Its a figure of speech." I replied, with a stare that made her look stupid.

She laughed. I don't know what goes in her mind, well you can't pretty much know anything that comes to anyone's mind, you pretty much guess and hope for the best.

"I know that Mister Martin, I was just hoping that you can say something more smart and intellectual, I see that you are a man of speech." She smiled.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Miss Angel, now to the business at hand."

"Yes, Mister Martin, I would gladly, let you out of Heaven."

The walk seemed endless, with time and space and everything else just kept moving forward, except us. We were indefinite, we were in an endless rotation, in an endless moment.

The beauty in life is not what we can buy with material things nor are things that we do want. The beauty of life, is the places,we get lost in, the people, we meet, undetermined, not guided by destiny, or anything else, they may what we consider random or mere coincidences, in which we decided to play along with, but in the long run, the coincidences seem to have more value in our lives, and that is why they become destiny, that is why it becomes life.

"It seems to be a long road." I said with a bit of exhaustion.

"Well of course, Heaven is a big place after all." She replied.

"Easy for you to say, you're the one with a bike here."

She laughed. "Do you want a ride?" She said with a smile.

"Thank you, but no, I'll be fine, and I don't think your bike can handle both of us." I said.

I looked at her, riding the bike, she was able to keep pace with my walking speed, which was pretty slow, but somehow, she was able to follow the pace.

"The beauty in life is how the pace of the people go together, in unity, as one." I said to her.

"But there are some who moves to fast, not looking back, there are some who moves too slow, because the weight of life brings them down." She continued.

"And there's us, in the middle of everything, realizing what happened in unity and to humanity?"

We stopped and looked at each other for a while. It seemed that life can actually stop and lose its pace for a moment. A moment unforgettable.

"Sorry, I don't really know why I said that." I said.

"It's okay, I liked it, you make me feel comfortable." She said.

"I'm glad, I bet that's the gate right there." I said, pointing to a arched-gate, with vehicles moving like there was nothing stopping them, like no one observing them.

"Yes, Mister Martin, that there is your way out of heaven, and freedom." She said with lots of energy.

"Back to life, I guess, it was nice meeting you, Angel." I said, with a smile.

Its just sad, to leave someone, knowing that you may never see that person again. No, that is not the reason why. The reason why we are sad when we leave, its not because we think that we can never see that person again, the real reason, why we are sad, its because, that person would think that he/she would never see us again. That is the selfishness of people, leaving others behind. After all, we are alone in this world.

She looked at me, no words, not much of an expression. I couldn't read her, I don't know if she wants me to stay or just leave.

"I......... need to go." I said, with a hint of sadness.

"Yeah..... you should, goodbye, Martin." Her voice, was filled with sadness, like she was about to cry.

Then she left, she rode her bike as fast as she could. We leave people, we choose to, we live to. We don't know if its for the better, we don't know if its for the worse. We leave them because we want to, because we feel the need to. It won't matter if we hurt them or not, if it would make them happy or not. All that matters is that we leave them, all that matters is that we walk them out, she walked me out.






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      Khen Ramos 4 years ago from Philippines

      Thank you, Miss Faith :) It means a lot coming from you. This is one of my first tackle to short stories. I am hoping to do more of these :) Thank you once again.

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Very interesting write here on your long "Walk out of Heaven ..." with Angel by your side.

      Blessings, Faith Reaper

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