The Outset

"Thank you, Alfred," I said while fiddling the keys for my black Porsche Cayenne.

"My lady, here are the candles with a cricket lighter. Is this okay for the bouquet?" Butler Wong asked as he fastened his pace towards me.

"That's fine. Kindly put it at the trunk of my car," I instructed as I opened the trunk and unlocked my car.

I swiftly slid inside and started the engine. I adjusted the temperature to be a little warmer for it is cold tonight.

Shoot! I forgot my cap.

I lowered the glass window and called for Butler Wong.

"Yes, my lady," he answered.

"I forgot my black Versace cap," I replied, "It was hanged on the white standing coat rack in my room," I instructed.

"Right away, my lady." He nodded in response, and immediately went inside the manor.

After few minutes, he came back with my black cap and handed it to me.

"Thanks, Butler Wong." I reached for the cap and put it on my head.

"My pleasure. Have a safe drive, my lady. Take care," he replied.

I closed the glass window and buckled my seatbelt.

They opened the enormous black coated steel gate, as I stepped the clutch, and shifted the gear from neutral to the first gear.

I drove at slow speed until I passed through the gate. After that, I accelerated by stepping again on the clutch and added a little more gas. 

I changed it to the second gear up until the third gear to increase my speed as I went to the main road.

The serene night was deafening. I played some music to entertain myself as I drove past the high-end street. I turned to the left, and the city lights and noises vividly faded. The tall creepy trees replaced the large infrastructures as I went farther from the central district. 

At last, I arrived shortly.

I parked my car near the entrance and opened the trunk. I held the bouquet with the candles and the lighter as I went inside to meet my parents.

I knelt to their grave putting down the bouquet of lilies, and the candles in the glass that I had brought with me.

"How are you there, mom and dad?" I whispered, "I miss you both so damn much. I know you are happy in each other's arms again wherever you both are."

I caressed their memorial stones as I felt a lump in my throat. Suddenly, I felt the hotness at the back of my eyes as the tears started to pool on it and, streaked down to my cheeks.

"Mom, Dad, why did you leave me all alone here in this world?" I wiped the escaping tears while comforting my lonely self in the dark. "Why you did not take me with you? Sometimes, I just want to rest forever and not wake up, but I can not. Knowing that you both want me to live a long happy life, but this loneliness is just too miserable to handle."

I changed my position as I laid my head on the ground, imagining that I was embraced by my parents in bed, for I am having insomnia and I can not sleep. 

Before, if I could not sleep, my dad will sing me a lullaby, and he will read a book for me until I fell asleep. He will then say that he was just imitating what my mom used to do before when I was a baby. 

I don't know what's wrong with my system, but slowly I felt sleepy that my eyes were too heavy to open, and it fluttered shut and I fell fast asleep.

…

I woke up touching the dampness on my skin. It was a bizarre feeling as I realized that I slept in the cemetery again. The temperature was cold, as I held up my wristwatch to check the time.

It was four-thirty, in the morning. 

Morning dews from the grasses and trees greeted me as they continuously drip on my cheeks.  

Most people describe this as a refreshing good day, but somehow this minty atmosphere seems like a monotone hue for me.

Lifeless just like the dead people buried underground, even though I'm surrounded with life.

Restless, when it's supposed to appease the mind.

I sat down and rubbed my hazy crusty eyes to have a clearer view of my surroundings.

I shook off my head to let them fall, as I realized that I had a lot of leaves, dust, and twigs on my hair and clothes.

I brushed off briskly with my own bare hands the remaining dirt on my hair and jacket and rubbed off the specks of dust on my palms.

I stood up. I was about to pack my things and go home when suddenly I heard a rustling sound from a short distance.

Perhaps, I am not alone?

It was rare for people to come here. No one would visit here so early in the morning, especially that this was a very private part of the cemetery and the cleaners usually arrive here not earlier than eight.

I checked my watch again, and how time flies so fast. I did not notice. It was already five o'clock in the morning.

The sun was about to rise.

Due to curiosity, I followed where the sound was coming from, and my feet led me to the part of the cemetery where tall wild grasses are dominant in the field.

I pushed away from the annoying grasses and peeked on the other side of it.

My eyes widened with shock. I stepped back as I saw a familiar back of a young man with black hair leaning his back at the tree.

It looks like he was resting.

Is it possible? 

I know it is not impossible to see again the guy who kept on haunting me in my dreams.

But could it really be…

Him?