Wish , granted

 ‘Huh?’

This is strange. It’s too dark here. I never turn off the light when I sleep. Moreover, I was drunk last night. There’s no chance that the drunk me will turn off the light. And this is not a blackout. How did I know, you ask? Because if this is a blackout, this room will turn into a super-hot sauna that can literally kill me inside. I’m pretty sure I woke up naturally, not because I’m about to be turned into a dry human specimen. Actually, it’s pretty cold here. I can feel the wind breeze. Did I forget to close the window last night? 

‘Ouch!’

Ugh, this hangover is killing me. Somehow I remember now why I quit drinking 5 years ago.

You do realize you quit drinking because she’s not fond of it, right?

Oh great, I have to stop talking to myself. It started to answer back now. Soon, they’ll call me a literally crazy man. Ugh, this apartment is such a mess. I need to tidy up a little tomorrow morning after I get rid of this massive hangover. Really, I shouldn’t drink a full bottle of whisky by myself next time. I look like an alcoholic; now no one will believe me that I just started drinking in the last 2 weeks.

Drinking again. You were a massive alcoholic who would chug down a bottle of vodka by yourself.

‘Yes, but it WAS in the PAST! Geez, you’re so annoying for a voice inside my head!’

But I’m not.

The voice is coming from my back. Like someone has been standing here all the time. I need to turn around and see who it is. If it turns out to be my friend making fun of drunk me by turning off my lights and opening my window while I’m asleep, I’ll beat the shit out of them. They do know very well that I hate the dark.

‘WHOA! WHO ARE YOU?! HOW THE HELL YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE?!’

Stop screaming. I can hear you just fine before.

Strange. I can’t seem to gender whatever figure standing there with his lion mane hair shrouding the head, or is it her lioness mane hair? All I know is that whoever or whatever it is, they shine bright as if all the stars in the world have come to my dark, dark room all of a sudden. The mouth doesn't even move. It feels unnatural. It feels like, whoever it is, it's talking straight into my head.  How much did I drink last night, actually? It’s the first time I’ve experienced this kind of hallucination. I guess it really is not a wise idea to drink too much at a time after 5 years of clean alcohol.

‘Who are you then? an Angel of Death coming for my soul? A fairy Godmother who will grant me wishes? ‘ 

I chuckle sarcastically, my mind still buzzy from last night. I don’t care whether he is a fairy Godmother or whatever. I must have been so drunk I started seeing things. I did remember I ate some brownie Dave baked. Dang Dave, what kind of weed you've put in that God damned brownie. 

If your idea of Fairy Godmother is me with messy hair and carrying a harvesting scythe, then you’re pretty fucked up. 

I can’t really argue with that. My idea of a Fairy Godmother is an old lady with a blue dress, white translucent wing and a wand that grants Cinderella an opportunity to attend a ball and marry the prince. I’m not a Cinderella, I know better; a Fairy Godmother will never come to grant my wishes.

I am Aion, God of Eternity, which you can tell from my beloved pet here. I've come to let you know that I will grant you a chance to change your... disturbed past.

I noticed his so-called pet, a snake eating its own tail, nesting calmly in his chest. Somehow I missed all this detail, distracted with a human-sized harvesting scythe in his arm

"Wait. Wait a minute. Change my past? Are you for real? I may not seem like it but I know my fair share of Greek Deity and you! You! You are the God of Eternity! You represent the stillness of seasons and time! And you’re not supposed to carry any scythe whatsoever. You are a fake, that's what you are! You are probably just some insane hobo who breaks into my apartment. I’m going to call the police now"

I can feel my rage burning up and I’m short of breath. This is madness. Aion God of Eternity, my ass. That can’t be happening. He does not exist. It is the same as expecting my ex to come crawling back at me, isn’t it? Geez, hobo these days are getting out of control.

That’s rude you know. I am here to grant your wish, not to be called a hobo. This is my brother, Chronos’, staff. You’ve probably heard of him, he is the one on duty when it comes to time. I can take you up to the past you long to change.

The past I long to change? That surely is interesting. If this self-proclaimed God is real, then I can really take the opportunity to go back a year. No, even a few months will suffice. I can go back to the time I’m still with her. I’ll definitely change myself. I will not make any wrong decisions anymore. I can save my wrecked relationship! Wait. This can’t possibly be free of charge, right?

‘Are you going to take my soul as payment ?’

He’s taking longer than usual to answer. I knew it! Such an opportunity can’t be free. Is it worthy of my soul? Sure I no longer believe in heaven and hell, but being trapped forever in the hand of Greek Deity can’t be that pleasant.

Your soul is not mine to take

I sighed heavily, preparing for whatever outcome awaited me.

‘Then I have one place I want to be’

His staff is glowing with a bluish-green color. It’s weird, but relaxing in its own way. Actually, too relaxing than I thought it’d be. I’m sleepy. I tried to speak but my mind was too buzzy to form a word. I don’t know if I should be worried, but I swear I saw him smiling, in a creepy way, right before I lost consciousness. 

***

‘Huh?’

This is my room. This is my bed. Yes, it definitely is my room. Where are my damn glasses? My head hurts, slightly better than any hangover I used to have every morning lately, but still pounding like crazy. I looked around waiting for some kind of miracle to occur and maybe, somehow she'll be here beside me with her usual smile. The stillness in my room proves otherwise.

What did I expect anyway? Such a God with such a power does not exist. Even if He exists, he won’t allow me to turn back time that easily without paying some kind of wicked consequences. Why am I crying? I am worthless. I can’t turn it back. I can’t! It won’t change the fact that I yelled at her and called her names. I was being an asshole, and she definitely deserves better than a lowly scum like me. I just have to let go! I know it but God, why is it so painful?

*Ding Dong*

I can’t help to sigh at the bell ringing. It’s still 8 in the morning. Who dares to disturb me so early on Sunday? I'm having such a bad dream last night, too. I hope this fucking person has the right urgency to do so. I need to get up to open the door before that damned doorbell rings again. Wait a minute, I'm pretty sure I've worn my thick pajamas last night. How can I sleep with just a pair of shorts while it’s freezing outside? My mind must be trolling me so hard. I hope I don't catch a cold, though that will be the cherry on top of all this nonsense.

‘What do you want disturbing so earl…….’

I snapped but suddenly lost my ability to speak as I watched the blue eyes staring at me for yelling at her. This can’t be true right? She is standing in front of my doorstep, holding a paper bag like it is nothing. Like there is nothing between us. Like there was no quarrel at all.

“What the hell is wrong with you asshole? I came to check and apologize for last night. I was being sentimental and bitchy. But you are at fault too! And now you’re yelling at me after my effort to drag myself here so early in the morning? I even get you something to eat, you ungrateful bastard”

No. No no no no… This can’t be real. Last night? Last night I was having a weird conversation with that shady God. Wait. No. No. No. Where is my phone? I have to check today’s date. This can’t be real. I will open my phone and see that today is December and this is just my alcohol-intoxicated brain playing with me. I really need to see that psychiatrist like Ed told me to.

‘Huh? July? ’

“What about July?” she asked, concerns and confusion mixing behind those blue eyes.

I can feel my tears dripping down my dry cheeks as she reaches her arm out to hug me. How long since I last felt something like this, I wonder. This is a state of bliss. It feels so warm. I have no idea how I ever felt that I could make it in this world without her. I'd rather die. She is the only reason why I survived all the lemons life gave me. I never realized that hugging her back was the only thing I wanna do. 

‘Don’t leave me. Please. I’m so sorry. Please don’t go away. I promise I won’t leave you for another girl. I promise I’ll love you forever'

“Whoa. Are you gonna propose to me in such a ridiculous manner?” She shakes her head

Her chuckling feels like music in my ear. It is probably the best thing I ever heard in the past months. She is always a teaser. She never changes. I am the one who has to change. I can’t afford to lose her, never again.

“Don’t worry love. I won’t” I assure her, smiling ear to ear.

Perhaps, the happily ever after ending in fairytales does exist.

***

Beep beep beeeep

“We are losing him! 1 cc of epi stat!!”

“His heart rate going down prepare to shock”

“Pedal ready! Are you clear?!”

“CLEAR”

A couple of voices were heard at the ER. People with green and white clothes are walking down and forth the corridor. One of them is talking to the officer in a hussy manner.

“Yeah. An elderly lady saw him getting run over by a car that going over the speed limit. He’s drunk, sure, but the old lady testified that the car is the one at fault here. That poor man waits for the light to turn red before he crosses the road”

The officer nods and walks away shortly after that. Within minutes, the room was empty. Except for two figures lurking in the dark, not to be seen by the eye of ordinary humans. One was wearing an old grey cloak and seemed to shine from within, while the other wore a torn black cloak that could barely cover its wing and sheathed sword.

What’s the point of granting him a last wish, Aion? You know it’s all a dream and he can’t really go back into the time he wanted. Not to mention that you’re lying about not going to take his soul. 

The one with the black cloak says that while he comes near to a body in the middle of the room. He is caressing the face of the deceased as he waits for the other one to speak up.

Technically, I’m not lying. His soul is not mine to take. You, on the other hand, are the one who will take his soul to Charon, my dearest Thanatos, God of Death. And, isn’t it fun to see them smile one last time? Knowing that they probably think they’re still alive and living their dream. Flower blooms the most beautifully when they're almost dead, you know that more than me.

The grey-cloaked figure walked away to the door as he spoke. Granting one’s wish on the brink of one’s death has always been his favorite thing to do.

You really have a messed up mind up there in your head. What’s the point of all this anyway? What do you want to teach them about?

Thanatos puts his sword on the floor while he’s turning to watch his God friend walk away with his billowing robe. His friend never fails to amaze him with his love of human. 

Aion stopped for a while before turning his head slightly and smile.

That agreeing to turn back time is never a wise thing to do.

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Fin.

It's the first time ever I write a whole story not in my native language. I really need to retake the whole grammar class......

Yeah. It's not the first time I write story with dead end like this one. All my friends from my FFN era will probably scream something like 'Don't kill every single main characters you've made. You're not George Martin!'

Hey at least I don't kill them in a flashy manner and place their rotten head in a stick like a trophy!

Moreover, dead end have a certain charm, well at least for me. 

Nb. I have no frigging idea about suitable tittle. Kindly leave comment below or just use every socmed you can reach me with for suggestion. It'll be highly appreciated!!♥