I was so upset that night, so furious with everybody I've ever known. I had the feeling that my heart became cruel and merciless. All my emotions went cold; even the single tear that I shed, soon dried.
I decided I would do nothing but try to feel better. So I rewrote my schedule and put away my books. Then I stayed alone in my room looking from the window, listening to my mp3 player. My room overlooks the street behind ours and some old buildings, so you can see how romantic the view is. But still, I like sitting there when I'm sad. Sometimes you can see the moon and the stars and there are also some trees.
It was just after midnight, I felt the air on my face and everything was calm as usual. Then I saw a cab stopping in the street behind. I wasn't paying much attention when about two women and a man got out of it, till they disappeared behind the buildings, and I heard a woman's cry that penetrated my headphones. So I turned off the mp3 and tried to understand what the cry that I heard was.
The cry continued for sometime while the woman was still in the street. I couldn't see her, but I felt that my heart was waking up with every cry of hers. I guessed that her brother had died and she refused to believe it. Because she kept saying, "no, no, it can't be him. I swear to God it wasn't him". And I heard the others saying, "It was him".... Strange huh?!!!!
This situation reminded me of a friend who once wrote a similar story. She said she saw a lady at the opposite building, who was about to jump and commit suicide. Then she found out that it was her own imagination after all.
I kept listening to the cries, forcing myself to bear. I was trying to get the message that my friend had told me about; "maybe we are meant to see, hear or even imagine those things at that certain time to know that there's always someone who feels worse than we do".