She's gone

That Saturday was raining.
He knew that someday she would not appear anymore, and that day had arrived. “But why on Saturday?” he started to cry to himself. “Why on Saturday!?”

Until that moment Saturday was the most wonderful day of the week, because of her. I don’t know if it was conscious or not but she chose Saturday to be their day. It is not true that they did not see each other during the rest of the week, but Saturdays were special.

It was almost a ritual, he used to wake up early and wait for her, she always arrived with a newspaper and a smile for him. They used to stay there in the garden for hours, having breakfast, talking, and enjoying the weather that was always amazing. When it was a hot day they enjoyed the sunshine, on cold days that was the excuse to be closer and on raining ones they used to watch the water ballet together, always in the same way, but still charming.

After sometime he used to sing for her all the music that he had composed during the week thinking in her. She was his inspiration and the motivation to sing. She was the person who first noticed his talent, who clapped after all songs even if it was not so good and who entered him into his first contest without his awareness. “How is possible to sing now without her?” was another question that was annoying him that day.

He knew that she was really sick and it would happen one day, but he was not prepared yet. She never told him the real situation of her health, but he knew. It was a kind of secret deal to not think about bad things when they were together. However, he felt that something was wrong.

That Saturday another person came instead of her. It was her husband. He always knew about that relationship and respected it. It was as he used to land his wife on Saturdays and he received back a happier person to spend the rest of the week beside.

He came, opened the door and started to talk a lot of odd things finishing with: “I know that she loved you and your songs, I hope you do not stop singing for her, but I need you leave this place.” and went out leaving the door opened. Yes, he used to live in one of her properties.

That moment was time to move. It was time to look ahead. He went to the door, looked outside and for the first time the world seemed to be huge and frightening. He didn’t know where to go, but it was time to find. It was time to find a new passion to keep living. The cage was open, it was time to fly.