Sitting alone in the midst of the night sky, Cynix felt empty. Not the kind of empty when your stomach growls in need of food, but it's more of like when there's just something missing in your life. Actually, more of someone missing in your life.

"Yo Cyn, how about rounding up some girls for the night, heh?" Sam asked me, with his screechy familiar voice chilling the base of my spine.
"Nah, too sick for that," I said.

He gave me a frantic look, simultaneously approaching me with his dirty, frosty hands, to feel the warmth of my forehead. I quickly swiveled my hand to meet his, and added that I'm fine.

"But, you just said you were sick, so are you or not?!" he sneered, hinting that it was time to get the "seriousness bar" a notch higher.
"Emotionally my man!! Can't you tell from my face? Argh what the eff," I left him with a thousand question marks.

"Okay, listen up, don't interrupt me, and don't make a sound," I warned, to make sure that I wouldn't dismantle his brain from his head.

'There was a butterfly, whose wings were so majestic and beautiful, and an ant, who admired the butterfly with such passion. The ant lit the fire of passion, secretly admiring the butterfly without hinting. One day, the ant decided to confess his love for the butterfly, and so it was not meant to be, for the butterfly had a partner already.'

"And then, and then?" Sam interrupted, giving the most enthusiastic face you'd ever seen.
"I SAID, DO NOT FU*KEN INTERRUPT ME, Thank you", I said, along with a wide smile, to hint that I'm being tolerate of his inconsiderate behaviour.

'So then, the ant ventured out into the land, finding the one who might be able to mend his broken heart. Alas, he found a kind-hearted flower, whom he spied secretly from a safe distance. He saw how the flower was kind to help, love, and nurture those around her. The ant thought that she would be a perfect replacement for the butterfly. And so he stepped up to the flower, so elegant, so beautiful. Declaring his love, the flower turned him down for the flower hadn't known the ant very well, and didn't want to have any relationships. Ah, the sadness! With the depression that had befallen him, he vowed not to have feelings for the flower ever again, and to just remain as friends with her. '

I turned to face Sam, who was now portraying his crescent-shaped eyes to the world. "Ah, what the eff, WAKE UP DAMMIT!" I growled angrily at his unacceptable behaviour. Sensing screeching in my voice, he immediately dug his eyeballs out of the lids and tried to stay awake. He muttered an apology and told me not to cry.

'The ant decided that it was best for him to lead a life of his own, a life of quietness and solitude. Indeed, his word soon came to a void when he met his old time friend, the beetle. The beetle showed and taught him the gloomy side to society, with all the bad influence reeking in every corner. He got associated with the mistress of a big shot money launderer, and soon left her too. Leaving the beetle and the hectic life, he took a vow to forget about his heart, and live for the due cause of life.'

"One question my great sire, why is it tha..."
"SILENCE YOU FOOL!" I interrupted, hitting him on the head with the back of my hand.
"OWWW! DAMN YOU, YOU IDIOT!" he scowled back, indicating pain on his head by rubbing it with his fingers.
"Oh oh, hah, sorry man, just don't interrupt me, please?" I asked of his cooperation.

'One day, three years after the butterfly left him, he found out that the butterfly had separated from her partner, due to some inconsistency in their relationship. The ant saw that this was a chance to win her heart, and therefore went to look for the butterfly.'

"Ah, just the beginning to the sadness." I commented.

'After much effort, the ant finally found the butterfly. The butterfly admitted that she had separated from her partner, but still harboured feelings for him. Upon hearing that, the ant sank into a slight depression, giving up all hope of ever getting to live with the butterfly. So, the ant left the butterfly to sort out her feelings, and decided to get a job downtown.'

"Okay, this is the Q&A section, any questions as of now?" I asked Sam.
"Zzzzzzz...Zzzzzzzz"
"Ah, nevermind, forget it, I'll tell myself my story then." I said, holding back the tears that welled up in my eyes.

'Soon after he had his job, a news drifted to him with one of the greatest agonies in life. His old friend and competitive rival, the red ant, had managed to win the heart of the butterfly within just a few weeks. Torn by this fact, the ant tried to run a race that already saw its clear winner. It was the red ant. She had been captivated by him in just weeks, and it tore the ant's little tiny heart. Once again, he brought himself into a world of solitude.'

"Still asleep?" I asked, with my back facing Sam.

'He tried finding a friend, a special someone who might just help him fix the tiny pieces of his heart. However, he didn't find anyone with a criteria of such. Woe be to those who dare irritate him!'

'Soon, news spread that the red ant and the butterfly didn't hold on for too long. Finally, something great that happened in his life! Quickly, but calmly, he approached the butterfly to ask for her bond of friendship. They got along pretty well, and soon, the butterfly's birthday came.'

'The ant saw that this was somehow his chance to do something to impress the butterfly. So, he did his best to cook something majestic. Along the lines of guiding from his work mates, he whipped a great show for the butterfly on her special day. He thought to himself that he might have just done it this time!'

"Ah, sorry Cyn, I dozed off. So, where were you again?" Sam abruptly said in an apologetic tone.
"Try to keep up mate," I said, with tears rolling down my cheeks and heavy breathing interrupting my words one by one.

'This, however, wasn't the case. The butterfly got busy with life, and the ant felt that it was as if he was invisible to her. In fact, he wasn't. Just that he didn't understand that he wasn't. The ant then pushed her for answers to empty questions. Floods of emotions flowed out from the ant, and it overwhelmed the butterfly. The ant knew he made a mistake, and quickly apologized for his mistakes.'

"And now, the final vow," I commented, my voice almost lost in the silence of the night.

'The ant then found out that the butterfly was troubled by some personal matters. She had her own love life to run and pursue, while the ant's story had just ended. Indeed, it ended very so abruptly. However, there was nothing he could do nor say. He just crawled into his nest, feeling ever so down and lonely. He admitted that it was his error, his fault, to have been overly emotional and had followed what he felt, not what was the fact. He vowed not to fall for the butterfly again, and that he wishes that she might be his eternal friend for life. Just like the story with the flower, dejavu had befallen this poor little ant.'

"'Forgive me, for I'm a living thing, and being alive only grants me the ability to do mistakes', the ant asked for forgiveness from the butterfly. Oh my, isn't it a sad story, Sam?" I asked, ending my story.
"Zzzzzz....Zzzzzzz..."
"Come on dude, lets get you back to bed." I said, wiping the visible tears off my cheeks with my shirt.



Pardon my atrocious command of English, thanks.
And yes, this story is linked to many people, figure them out yourself.
And here, i extend the ant's vow to you.
May we just be eternal friends for life? You're such a heartbreaker, I'd rather just keep you as a friend. ;D

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