Note: I really wanted to write a creative story this weekend. In one of the anime series I watch, a person will supposedly die when all the lotus petals fall off. This is completely different from that, but it does mention a lotus…
A Divine Lotus
As the phone rang, I imagined Zane’s caressing voice concealing his pain with a curtain of sanguinity. However, as I heard his words, I couldn’t catch even the slightest trace of suffering, causing my heart to lighten, thus making me feel an edge of hope that I never felt before. One could probably compare it to nostalgia. Crystal tears of happiness rolled down my eyes as I strolled around in circles in my white, powdery snow covered front yard. Zane appeared in a few minutes since he only lived a block away. As he approached me, he instantly noticed the tiny droplets frozen on my soft, pallid cheeks.
“What’s that on your face?” he mused, undeniably curious.
“Nothing,” I blushed, looking away. He sighed and shook his head as he took me in a tight embrace and gently brushed the crystallized tears from my face. I buried my head in his woolen, fuzzy sweater, taking in the unique aroma of his clothes while Zane rested his chin on my shoulder. We remained unmoving for at least ten minutes, frozen like the rest of this wintry wonderland. After a while, we reluctantly separated, still dazzled from the meaningful hug. He scratched the back of his unkempt hair, and smiled his famous crooked smile as he reached inside his azure backpack for a small, delicately wrapped box with a flimsy ribbon on top.
He handed me the box in one hand, and seized my other ashen one as he dragged me to the vast treeless plain behind my parent’s beloved country house.
“Akira, please promise me you won’t open it until I finish my improvised act,” Zane pleaded as he backed up about a hundred feet.
“Fine. I swear on our friendship that I will not open this box until you have finished your silly little dramatic performance,” I incorporated some sarcastic emphasis in the last few words.
“Cocky, aren’t we? “ Zane smirked. “What happened to that sweet, loving girl I used to know back in pre-school?”
“She disappeared with the stupid, naive kid who didn’t know the difference between the sun and the moon,” I laughed, cherishing the fond memories.
“Okay, I’m ignoring that statement, and actually beginning my act.” “I have run through the fields, only to be with you, only to be with you. I have run, I have crawled, I have scaled these city walls, these city walls, only to be with you,” Zane beautifully mimicked these actions while beautifully singing the U2 song.
The tears just welled out of my eyes involuntarily. Was this person really my best friend? Was this person only a fifteen year old? Was this person really born with a weak heart? Was this person really having a heart transplant surgery in week? I could not believe the true reality of it all. How could anyone seem that optimistic, even when he had a 50% chance of dying in one, short week – merely seven days?
As I transported back to the current reality, Zane stood right beside me, helping me open the adorned box. Underneath the lid, I caught a glimpse of numerous pink petals. The petals combined to create a truly divine lotus flower – my absolute favorite flower.
“Why?” I murmured. “Why did you do all this for me when you should be spending your time looking after yourself?”
“Did you know that the lotus contains an ancient legend?” he asked, completely ignoring my seemingly trivial questions. “They say that if someone gives their lover a lotus, it will only wither when the giver’s love dies.”
I stared into Zane’s bottomless malachite eyes, and he returned my gaze by peering into my amber flecked brown ones. He leaned in, and brushed my lips before melting into a passionate kiss. I brought my hands to his black, almost bluish hair, and he tangled his in my ebony waves. We finally pulled back when we lost our breaths. My head stirred, and the reaction flowed through my body like an electric current, causing me to faint. Apparently Zane saved me the hindrance of falling in the snow. When I woke up a few minutes later, my dark eyelashes slowly fluttered opened, desperately trying to remember the situation. Then I heard Zane’s voice, and the memories rushed together.
“Akira, are you okay? You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Zane shouted, with a mixed expression of amusement and anxiety, forming a quite scary countenance.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just feeling a little dizzy. Sorry about the scare,” I shuddered, feeling a little guilty.
“Hey, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re okay. I want to ask you a favor before we head back. Could we quietly walk around the plain? I want to spend all my time with you before I-you know,” Zane replied.
“Zane, don’t give up! There’s still a 50% chance you can survive! You won’t know until you try! Please, try to think positively! When I felt down about something, you always cheered me up, so please fill your mind with happy memories,” I begged. Zane did not reply, so I simply answered his request and walked the ice tundra with my arm in his.
On our way to the beautiful lake, I noticed the sky had exchanged the sun with the moon. Tonight, a full moon illuminated the slightly frosted water of the deep lake. I moved closer to Zane and pointed to the wonderful scene. He smiled crookedly once again, and broke free of my grasp. He started walking towards the lake, causing me to instinctively follow. He chuckled and turned around.
“I just want to see something. I’ll be back in a little while, so just stay here,” Zane commanded, making me a little inquisitive. Being the curious soul that I am, I languidly lurked behind him. Just as he raised his foot before placing it on the thin ice layer of the lake, I stupidly realized his intentions. I sprinted as fast as I could, but the cold thwarted my movements, causing me to trip a couple of feet from the lake.
“NO! Don’t do this, Zane! You can still survive!” I shrieked, tears pouring down my pasty face. As the ice began cracking, he stated, “The sun and the moon are not different; both of them shine – just like you, Akira.” “Please know, that I love – ,” I heard a loud splash, and he disappeared below the water.
“ZANE! ZANE! NOOOOOO!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Zane and I were best friends since the very beginning, and we even planned a future filled with our dreams and aspirations. This was not supposed to happen! Why fate? How could you do this?
“Zane! What do you love?” I pondered out loud, voicing my persistent thoughts. I clutched the box, and gently removed the lotus. It retained its beautiful form – the pinnacle of its growth. I searched the petals meticulously, trying to remember all the memoirs of Zane. Then, I saw swirled writing – Zane’s calligraphy – on one of the rubbery petals. “You.”
“I love you, too, Zane. Always and forever…”