Short Story / It was all too late now. (Analysis)

I used to be very lonely. People at school thought I was weird and crazy because they always saw me talking to myself. Well, at least that was what they thought. I was actually singing to myself to get out of boredom, but I just sang softly that nobody could hear- why should I sing out loud anyway? it's not like they want to hear me right?- they always judge me wrongly. That just made me sad.

I have lived in this town of Perak for more than two years but still don't have any friends. I survived with nobody to talk to, to play with or even to be here with me when I'm lonely. But then, one day, I saw him. He was so cute. I had seen him before but I just ignored him. After that, I saw him more frequently though, everytime I came back from school. He had always sat there, on the bench near the playground, opposite to my house. I often came outside- pretending to water the plants to check if he was still there, on the bench. I had to use my acting skills for this, luckily nobody suspected anything. Good job eh?

After my so-called-acting scene, I went outside giving the need of a fresh air as an axcuse- lame, but they bought it. But my real intention was to see him, maybe even be friends with him. For some reason, he seemed to be very interesting and he had always walked around at the same place over and over again. When I reached the bench, he didn't seem to be afraid of me, and I was actually releaved. I might actually have a chance with him. Slowly, I sat next to him, and just froze motionless like a stone. I didn't know what to do. So, I had decided to touch him- crazy thing to do, but he doesn't seem to mind. I started my move very slowly and gently. I gave him a soft touch on his forehead and drag my hands to his back. He seemed to like it. Then, for a moment there, I was shocked to hear my own laughter. It had been a long time since i heard my own laughter.

It was getting dark and I had decided to head home. I kept this sweet memory to myself. No use of telling to anyone. The next day, I went to the playground right after school and he was there. It was like he was waiting for me. I sat next to him as i did last time, and he came closer to me. I talked to him, and he just listened, as if he had really understood how I felt. I told him everything about me, everything that I had been through.

I kept spending my afternoon with him for about three days but still, it's not that satisfying as I could only spent about an hour or two with him. I had talked to him, played with him and I had even cried in front him- surprisingly, I'm not embarressed at all. He just listened to me complaining about my life. However, that was not enough for me. But then again, I could always see him again the next day, and the day after that and so on.

I hate to say this. But something had happened the next day, while I was on my way to the playground- as any other day-, I saw him crossed the road and this car was driving so fast, it accidently ran him over (please try to imagine this in slow motion). I was shocked, I ran to him as fast a I could, the driver was sorry a left. What kind of human being is that? just left without helping.

I called some neighbours to help me bury his body. I was so upset. I felt my heart burned and my tears fell like a waterfall. -Do you think committing suicide is a bad thing at this moment?- He was my best friend. My ONLY friend. I was always remember his purr, his paws and brown eyes. How he sat on the bench, waiting for me. This cat was better than any human being I had ever met. He was there when I was lonely and he listened to every word that I had cried and I loved him as a friend. But what hurt the most was something that was just because of something that was very precious. I was just wished I had spent more time with him. But it was all too late now.

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