His hands hold the armrest firmly; his body seems to be cut out from his
arm, and shakes with the airplane. His head leans back tightly like a nail
pin up on the wall; his eyes are terrified to open up a slight bit and his
legs are locked. A drop of tear slide down from his face. Who don’t want
to survive such a stormy voyage?
It was not as heavy as now; Dive took the airplane for the first time
visiting Nakuta, he couldn’t stop imaging his new university and his new
friends. He used to be lonely and isolated because of his over-estimation
of others which leads to the lack of internal stability of him. And
somehow made him sort of person like endocentric personality from
others’ point of view. He started to plan what would happen like he
always does. He was figuring the lines which stand for the most
impressive meaning, he always consider all the facets and aspects of
anyone may even pay a glance to him. Beyond the reality, he always seek
for emotional idiosyncrasies of people and he always scrutinize the
causes of why people delivering such contents.
The flight attendant announces the passengers that she guarantees they
will be safe if they all stay calm and peace within their seats, even though
he realizes her horror within her voice. However, the crowds have no
tendency of quit screaming. Dive stretches his leg awkwardly within his
unconscious mind, he slightly opens his mouth, attempts to swallow in
the air, with tongue halfway out, and he gives up.
Things were so well back then, his circle expanded very fast, because of
his wit in dealing with any problem. This misled him to believe that
everything was easy for him to earn and easy to deal. He was not arrogant
but proud of his gifted talents, he look deeper and more complex each of
the time he get around with people. The one around Dive was harshly
bugged and frequently annoyed by this. They began to alienate him. His
jokes no longer bring laughter but sneer.
Then Dive stopped.
He is too fit to be a student he guessed. But all the isolation and the
failure of understand people around him made him psychic and lunatic.
He said to himself to trace the mistakes he had, he dropped himself into a
maze full of relations and faces. He suffered in gloomy tunnels. He thinks
about any possibility of having the perfect solution time to time, since the
perfection is also been advanced from time to time.
While affront of death, everything is heading to the end. He breath in
heavily, seems confronting his unknown enemy, may be the destiny of
him, may be the destiny of his maze, may be the destiny of his perfection.
Indeed, he wants to say something to himself, yet he couldn’t. He releases
the heavy air within a deep exhale and rests all the muscle on his face.
Looked outside of the glassy world, there flies a free soul.