“April is the cruelest month.” Dr. December utters while he bathe himself with cigarette smoke. The doctor had a rough night duty at the hospital. December stares aimlessly at the lamppost while he waits for August to finish his sandwich. August is a fat guy with mohawk hairstyle, who has thick eyebrows that makes him look like he is of Arab descent.
“Is it time?” December asked August timidly.
“A couple of minutes and it will be.” August answered while he enjoys his sandwich.
“Shall we go then?” December muttered.
“Well, I hope January won’t get mad at us for being late. He should give credit to us for visiting him at these wee hours.” August jokingly said while sipping an orange juice.
The two hurriedly went into the car. December started the engine while August licked his right index finger smothered with his sandwich’s mayo. December went ahead and drives carelessly. They are now heading to a bridge outside the metro.
Finally, they reached their destination. Although they arrived unharmed due to December’s slipshod driving, they are half an hour late than the stated time. ~Late again for the fifth time.
The two went out the car, August no longer eating his sandwich and December holding a magazine in his left hand and a bottle of liquor on his right. They walked to a certain spot, an old almost dilapidated tree. The tall perennial tree had been divided into two, the thinner one being decayed and the other flourishing with sprouting stems and leaves. December opened the bottle of liquor and sprinkled it all over the tree. August grabbed the magazine in December’s hand and cautiously laid it on the ground as if putting a bible on a desk. Both guys sat in a Buddha-style position.
“How are you up there, January?” December whimpers.
And a phantasmagoria of flashbacks wrapped the two guy’s world.
Some yesteryears, seven years ago to be exact ~they are to celebrate their independence day: and that is being single. January just came out of a two-year relationship with his girlfriend. It was decided that on that day, April 8th, they are to go for a trip outside the metro to celebrate their “being detached.” December is the self-proclaimed driver of the trio as he just got his renewed license yesterday.
It’s the time of their life. They are happy, they are young, and they are free. The sun is still below the horizon and there seems to be a poignant feeling of darkness on the road. Their car’s radio is loud but their laughs are louder. And all of a sudden, there is a light heading their way. December swerved the steering wheel to the left but it was too late. They crashed on a tree that made it separate into two.
December opens his eyes but could not see a thing. He tastes something and realized it was his own blood. His right arm is numb and he is feeling a tingling sensation on his eyes. He tried to open them again and saw August outside the car and January stuck beside him, both drenched in blood. He reaches for January but his visions blurred to the point that all he can see is darkness.
~And the flashback ended with December looking through the sky. It was the same day that they loss January to a car accident.
“April is the cruelest, nostalgic month.” December uttered in a longing tone while standing up to go back to the car.
August quietly followed December. He opened the car, turned his head once again to have a gaze on the tree. He is a little confused as he doesn’t know if it’s okay to greet his departed friend a ‘happy’ death anniversary.