The Silence and The Scream

Auren perched alone upon the edge of the cliff, the victorious colors of dusk long since devoured by a sky the hue of bruised velvet. The wind, once a gentle sigh, had become a shrieking, desolate howl that snapped at his very skin. His legs were folded impossibly close to his chest, arms clutching them in a brittle cocoon, a futile attempt to contain the final, dying ember of hope within.

He gazed upward at the uncaring, pinprick stars.

"How long do I wait?" He wondered, the words a raw rasp in his throat. "It's nearly midnight…"

I want you too experience once more rose,, they way you laughed , they way you dresses.

The morning felt like magic, the world seemed like you itself..

His voice, when he finally spoke, was a barely audible shiver lost to the huge, empty air. The lights of the city far below, once a galaxy of hope, now twinkled like a million uncaring, mocking eyes.

Like the stars are mocking and smiling - haha lol you loser , do you actually think you will have a friend, hehe . haha...

He closes his knees even more..

"Yes, that's right. That's what my life is…"

"No magic. No friends. Nothing. Just… nothing." He leaned back against the cold, hard earth, gazing up into the spinning, star-filled emptiness above.

"I was fooled by an illusory dream. That I might truly have… a friend." huh such a stupidity, tears don't drop now it's not time. it's just fact.

"How did I even think that? How, How could I be so foolish?" Auren laughed then, a laugh that lacked amusement—dry, empty, and completely shattered and a big hole in heart. "I'm an idiot. The greatest fool in existence." ok auren let's wake up go to market came back , being ignored that's the routine.

His voice cracked, shattering with unshed tears. "I thought my life would at last have purpose. But it does not. It was simple. a fleeting, cruel glimpse of something I can never possess." His hand swept across the damp, dew-kissed grass at his side, touching only nothingness. "So the world is truly hollow." for me only..

He sat up, his body weighed down with the crushing desolation that was physical, carved into the bones of him. He whispered again to the unanswering stars, a last, rough exhalation of surrender.

"I should go now."

With every leaden step along the treacherous mountain path, his heart fell further, a stone descending into an abyss. The smallest spark of hope he'd held on to flared, decayed, then teetered on extinguishing itself altogether.

"Perhaps she forgot."

"Perhaps she never mattered."

"Perhaps it was only a dream… an illusion of the light, a fantasy of my desperation."

Then—a gentle, barely audible sigh on the breeze, like the shadow of a memory:

"Auren…"

His head jerked upward, his body locking into a sudden, impossible spasm. His heart, which had been freezing, now pounded against his ribs. what what she really did come???

"Rose?" he whispered, the name a tentative prayer.

He hesitated, a frightening instant of uncertainty. "No… just a bird… it's just a bird. Don't be an idiot again." 

But then—a sound, louder, clearer, shattering the silence of mountain air, filled with desperation and inescapable presence:

"AUREEEEEN!"

He spun—eyes wide, shocked—and ran without conscious thought. His legs propelled themselves, a reflex driven by something more than instinct, a hunger for what he believed he'd lost.

Tears rolling , he is wiping , running hard.

she she she really did came , it's not a dream anymore i i have friend finally rrrrooossseeeee i am here...

Up another trail, from the other side of the cliff, Rose was running, too, her bag bobbing wildly, her breath short and jarring, her radiant eyes wide, searching, and desperate.

They arrived at the cliff almost simultaneously, bodies crashing into each other in a desperate, gasping impact, hearts beating at a wildly common pace.

Rose, panting, words spilling out: "Auren. I'm sorry I'm late. I—"

Before she had another chance to speak, Auren let his bag fall with a dull thud. He leapt into her arms, holding her so hard with the desperation of despair and sheer relief, tears already running down his face, burning and unashamed.

"I thought… I thought you weren't going to come… I waited all day… I couldn't sleep… I just kept thinking of seeing you today. I couldn't stop thinking about you…" His lips were pressed against her shoulder, a flood of unadulterated emotion.

Rose's lips shook. She dropped her bag, slowly lifting her arms, her hands grasping for him, drawing Auren impossibly near. Their hug grew tighter, both of them clinging as if the world would implode if they relaxed their grip, the unspoken vow of togetherness sealed in that frantic hold.

When their hands finally slid slowly out of one another's wrists and necks, they drew back far enough to gaze into each other's eyes—overwhelmed, tear-streaked, but both of them smiling through the shining veneer.

Auren, his voice still husky with feeling, gentler than a sigh: "You look.....… beautiful, Rose."

She had on a pale blue skirt that seemed to glitter in the moonlight, and one small, pale blue flower lay in her hair, glowing softly, echoing his own pre-thoughts.

Rose blinked and laughed, a bright, high-pitched sound intended to shatter the tension, wiping away her own tears. "Yaaa yaa, I know. Come on, let's go sit. The cliff's waiting."

Auren also laughed, a genuine, delighted sound, their storm of emotion immediately traded for an overwhelming wave of comfort and warmth.

They sat together, side by side, shoulders nearly brushing, looking out over the city below. The moon was high now, a kindly disc illuminating the whole mountain in a soft, silver light.

Rose, soft voice, full of fresh respect: "I'll never remember today. Never." The mountain took a breath, as if it concurred.

Auren smiled, real and deep and completely unencumbered this time. "Me too."

She faced him, bubbling excitement in her voice, already looking ahead. "Tomorrow, let's see the city. The floating parks, the sky trains… all of it!"

Auren held up his bottle of Starlight Peach Pop, its star-shaped cap shimmering like a tiny, personal constellation, as if in a toast to their mutual future. "That's a great idea!"

The bottles rang out softly in the quiet night, a delicate tinkle of unadulterated joy, and the two friends laughed together beneath the shining stars.

Hope—reaffirmed. Friendship—eternal. Cliff—home.