The Glass Reminiscene
“So all those things that I saw are gone?” she asked.
“Then why have you returned?”
He sighed. “I am different.”
“It would be better,” she whispered, “if you did not return.”
“Why?” he asked.
Without looking at him, she kept a few steps ahead of him. “Because even though I know I’m alone, I’m starting… to think of you as a friend.”
He was quiet for a while. “Then stop thinking.”
Rane felt the tips of her ears turn red.
But Bai said, “What’s wrong with that?”
“You’re not a friend. You can’t be a friend. You’re not going to help me when I need help, you’re not going to encourage me when I need encouragement, you’re not going to be there at the most important moment. And the worst,” she looked up at the white blue sky with streams of clouds that are frozen in the air, illuminated by a nonexistent sun, “is the fact that you are not real.”
Bai laughed, the mocking, irritating laughter. Rane felt anger boiling inside her. She tried to keep a straight face and marched along the path. He spoke, his voice nonchalent, almost as if he was oblivious to the raw emotions that Rane had voiced, “You don’t really know what a friend is.”
“Well,” Rane almost yelled, “maybe that’s because I never had one.”
“You’re too scared.”
A strange sound filled the air. The sound of a whisper but it echoed everywhere.
“You’re too scared that it’s not real. Even if I was real, you would not believe I was real because you’re afraid that I will not be real. Fear, even though you’ve killed her, she still lives inside you.”
The whisper became a grumbling noise.
The ground began to vibrate gently.
“I have never found anyone who would be a friend,” retorted Rane, spinning around to face Bai. “You think you can be one?”
“No. I don’t think I can. But you have the idea wrong. A friend is not there to help you. A friend is not there to encourage you. A friend is not going to be there at the most important point of your life. That is God’s role. Your friend, whoever it may be, will also need help, need encouragement and want someone to be there at the most important point of their life.”
“Then what is the point of a friend?” Rane asked.
At that moment, something jerked from under them, and they fell over. The dirt ground cracked beneath them and disintegrated into a smooth glass surface. The light shimmered around them and a layer of glass materialised. Water condensed along the smooth surface.
“What’s happening?” Rane banged her hands on the walls of glass and peered through at the trees beyond. But the trees were misted into a faint shade of green and blue and then she could not see beyond the glass. She turned to look at Bai.
He was leaning against one of the walls of the glass box, twirling his tail with one hand, watching her out of his electric blue eyes. “The point of a friend, is to be stuck in the same place as you.”