Cyrus was that sort of boy who was very cheeky and had a flirtatious habit with other girls around town. He knows girls will fall for that cuteboytalkingtoyousotalk trap. But being the light hearted young boy is just one side of a story, he can also be very cryptical at times. Most people just do not know much about him. He will just wander off instantaneously after school to the Ferrermount Train Station boarding a train without a ticket, without a direction. He never got caught before which was strange because he has been doing this for almost 4 years now. Nobody knows where he usually goes. You see him in the morning and he magically disappears in the afternoon and at night, it is a different darker story. Cyrus always keeps an old fairytale book about the 'The Tale of Young Matilda' given to him on his 11th birthday from his mother before a tragic accident happened to his family. He stays with his aunt after that horrendous incident. (But enough of the past. Lets go to the present).
August 29th 1998- In an energetic voice pumped out from Cyrus's voice cord ''One day homo sapiens..one day you'll see. I'm gonna be on this roller coaster flying through thin air and maybe I'll see God taking a piss on his holy seat up on the clouds and I'll be shouting ''Surprised yet?~! I can go wherever and whenever I want to.'' After a few laughs, he changed from his frivolous face into a serious looking one, watching the continuous addition of seconds on his plastic digital watch ''Tick- tock Tick- tock. But time is a bitch you see. Can't await till I am gone''. His friends usually ignored him because he does these meaningless talks every morning at 9am before class but Olivia who usually sits beside him in class overheard him that day as she was walking towards her seat. ''Gone? Where are you heading to?'' He cooly replied ' Ah Ms. Olivia Clearwater. Things like these are often kept away from strangers but for you I'll say New York although it may be untrue ''. Everybody knew he likes her. ''Whatever Cyrus. I don't need to know'' She cut him off immediately.
September 1st 1998- Cyrus came into the classroom in a completely unusual way. He didn't sleep for days judging by the huge eye bags he had that day. He was pale looking and was completely frightened just about everything- peoples' gaze, loud noises from vehicles, his friends, teachers. You could see his green forest eyes had tragically turned into blotchy red slowly burning the forest down, both wrists were coloured with blue-black bruises and freshly painted with bright red scars where certain marks were still bloody. A 'Scary Colourful Boy'. Olivia noticed it immediately and whispered ''Pssstt Cyrus. What happened to your hand?''. He suddenly breathed in-out heavily and rhythmically. Tears and sweat were dripping down from his face. He was looking at Olivia now. He then left the classroom hastily and aggressively slamming the door behind him. It left Olivia astonished but she remained seated.
September 11th 1998- Cyrus officially went missing on this date. His aunt called the police a few days before. Just an ordinary guy who went missing one day out of the blue. Stern-looking sherifs in their dull beige uniforms came to Olander High School asking all students in every class if they had seen Cyrus's last whereabouts and also useful information to begin their search but failed. On the very same day, the whole town began searching for this missing 18 year old boy. A large group of sheriffs, each took their search-and-rescue dogs around town searching thoroughly for this lost charming boy. It went on and on for several days.
September 20th 1998- Olivia found a letter pasted on the outside of her room window and a book wrapped in red paper placed on a stool outside her balcony. It was from him. She read the letter and cried and cried. She sat at one corner of her room, unmoved and untouched. She opened the first page of the book. It had a quote. The sun was brightly shinning through the window that day but that couldn't heal the sadness from her soul. She didn't tell anyone until on his birthday which was instructed in the letter.
“If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together... there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you.”
― A.A Milne
― A.A Milne
The Letter For The Yellow Summer Dress Girl
Don't bother searching for me right now or tell anyone. Where you asked the other day? Usually I tell lies to people 'California! Rome! Paris! The thing is I don't know. I really don't know. But I know now. I am going to a place where I will hear the laughter of my brother and sister as my mom and dad are swaying gracefully to their wedding song beside a lake where the grass are green as ever, the trees too are dancing to the beautiful melody and the mundane orange sun, not too hot shinning gloriously, creating diamonds on the surface of a beautiful mirror lake. I could picture my mom dressed beautifully in a long white dress, her face thick with make up matching her Ruby coloured lipstick and my dad in a blue tuxedo, looking like a movie star, hair styled like James Dean. The song playing not so loud 'Let me play among the stars..let me see what spring is like ...in other words, baby kiss me.' They were both smiling at each other the whole time. Olivia, everywhere I go, people's happiness destroys me deeply except for my version of my parents dancing.
Do you ever feel like the people above are calling for you to see them as soon as you are ready? My dad always said 'You are ready when you are ready' Well, Olivia I am ready. I am so ready. Now is the time. So the details are below. Please be on time. I don't like to be kept waiting.
P.S. Sorry you had to see me in such a mess the other day. Make sure you give the letter to my aunt ON MY BIRTHDAY. 24th September.
