“Walking to work”

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* (alarm clock going off)

There he goes off again *Beep*. What a pain it's living in this world *Beep*. Tedious. Dark. I guess I'll just go on. *Beep*

I click in the button to make him shut up.

"Are you not tired of waking me up", I said to the clock.

Like he would even bother talking to me. Well I guess I'll have to get dressed.

I should've breakfast and go.

Time for another worthless day in job, to win money to survive to just feel like I'm going in the right path...

I make my way to the train station. What time is it? I check on my phone to see what day is it today.

22 April.

So it's that time of the year again…

The train station was really busy. It was peak hours. For sure everyone was in the same mood as me. None wants to work. But I did. I wanted to work. Before, I was the first to get to my office. Since that happen…

The train ride was rather slow… Especially slow today. I look into the clock again today.

8:20 am,

22 April.

So I wasn't wrong.It really is that day today. I miss her. I miss her so much. It hit me like a truck. It hit me like the truck that hit you… Rina i miss you!

If i only could join you… I tried many times. But, I don't have the courage to do so. How long am I making you wait. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

The train opens up it's mouth again to spit out the salary man that make their way into work. I am just one more of those. Making my way to work.

It has been lonely since she left me. And it has been long since that she left me. It makes 3 years today that we parted distant paths.

Not because we intend to pursue different careers. And certainly not because any of us wanted. Just because a sleepy driver wasn't taking attention to the road.

What a bad way of dying. But, let's be honest, is there any good way of dying. There is no good and heroic way of dying. The reality is that you died, you won't come back and there are people that will miss you.

The city is crowded. Cars everywhere. Traffic lights make cars stop, even though they are in a hurry to make themselves into work. Everyone is just in hurry, nobody has time. Nobody has time to live, nobody has time to have some time. And when you are close to death or in the brink of disaster what they want is living. We are all weird.

There is a lady giving flyers.

"Raising awareness to this cause, donate money to help us…"

Everyone wants money to do something. That's the law of this world. But if you ask them deep inside what money is, they just answer it has a currency. If you wanted for example to really help that cause. You could've help in the frontlines. That's the most efficient way. "I don't have time to…", it's the most socially accepted excuse to not go, and the most socially accepted way to say "What a pain in the ass."

But well, who am I to judge. I am walking to work. A place where I win money. So I can give, or waste in things that make me survive, not live. If I really wanted to live, I needed to leave this place. As she is not here anymore…

Let me see the time again.

8:32 am,

22 April.

I felt sadness, and a knife stabbed in my heart, again. God damnit, phone. You really don't know how to listen to me… I did not said to show me the date again. I just wanted to know the time. By the way I'm late. I should really get going.