"You shouldn't have done this." Said Vivian, waving her head. The wind from the shore blew into her face and tickled her messy braids.
Mori gently swept his fingers on the tombstone.
"You should accept the truth, Vivian. It was all for his good."
The way he said the unfeeling words, with that cold manner and grim face! Of course, he was same all the time but she simply couldn't "accept the truth" that he can be so unaffected by the tragedies. Vivian took a deep breath and gazed at Mori. He was now kneeling beside the tomb, and softly sang out "memento, memento" with his velvety voice. The tune was sweet and nearly gay. Anger began to jump up and down in Vivian's heart. She banged her little fist at the tombstone. Mori raised his surprised face to Vivian. The blank, gray eyes blinked at her.
"For his good? No, Mori, it was for your entertainment. He was happy. He was successful. He would have been better if you allowed him to live forever. And his grandson was going to born soon-"
She took a ton of fresh air into her lungs. Her red fist vibrated faintly in the air. Tears rushed into the eyes, but she stared fiercely at Mori to check the reaction. He was smiling at her. How dare he? How dare he?
"YOU CRUEL, UNFEELING MURDERER!"
She shot her finger to him as if it was showers of firing missiles. Mori silently meditated on her fiery fingers. He saw her shoulders shaking and tears running down her cheeks, but he did not step over to the other side of the tomb to comfort her. He sighed under his breath and began:
"And you want me to live here," she said, looking around the place where the man's children giggled and ran, and where he blew his birthday cake with the cheers of his friends. The yellow curtains waved blithely in the sunshine, the roof napped in the breeze and the open windows laughed happily as ever. Only the man wasn't here. The big, locked door glanced regretfully at the tombstone.
"Vivian-" the voice calmly began again.
"I hate this place," retorted Vivian.
"I like here, Memento. It's our dear friend's house-"
"Don't you dare talk about him in front of me, murderer!"
"Why not, my dear Memento? I like him and you liked me."
"I HATE YOU!"
It seemed like she meant it. Her blond hair glowed in outrageous red in the sunrays. Her black eyes (by which I do not mean deep brown, but the real, deep black you can see in the funeral) gleamed fiercely as they shot severe beams to Mori's grave face. Mori raised his hand as if he was teaching a barbaric two-year-old girl. He cast a strict glance and remarked:
"A nice thing to say to your boyfriend, Vivian."
"We're enemies," hissed Vivian acidly, still casting severe glares to Mori. There was murder in her black eyes.
So they're back to the same place again. Mori was already well-accustomed to this kind of conversations.
"We have talked this over and over, Vivian."
"You can't stand people being happy."
"I want people to be happy. We have different ways of loving them," argued Mori, pausing on every syllable.
"I gave him birth! I carried him to her mother's belly! I gave him love and happiness and family! I gave him everything I could from my abundance! And all you did for him is taking him away from my embrace and separating him from his world!" She wailed out. Her nails dug into the tombstone. Her heart tore and ripped as one human squirmed out from her bosom. Her child was disappearing. He was vanishing into vapors. The history of the whole universe ought to be written again.
"The world did not deserve such person like him," he said bitterly. Suppressed wrath wrestled with his calmness inside him.
"You had to leave him alone as he was, murderer."
"There, there, Memento, the truth is-"
"I don't want to know that fancy nancy truth when he's gone from me! The truth only lived when he was!"
"He is, Vivian. He just doesn't posses life. People exist, not possess."
Vivian drooped her head down, and her tangled braids flowed to her shoulders. Mori flinched with pain the grip on his ankles went stronger. It was Vivian's braids that were binding him. Her braids had bright blond and sad silver hairs, but the hair was hopelessly tangled that two colors were unrecognizable. The full grown braids fell out from her head and soon new hair grew out from the same place. The fallen braids chained and linked into each other and made a chain that bound Mori and Vivian together. The soft chains of hairs was now twined and tangled too much that it was impossible to break the bond between them.
"You don't love him. You don't have a heart," protested Vivian furiously.
"I DO LOVE him, Vivian," for the first time, Mori's calm voice rose. Vivian looked up into his eyes. It wasn't burning with anger, but grave, deep sadness rested inside his eyes. His boiling desires roared and whirled inside his high barriers of self esteem.
For the first time, Vivian held her breath and became silent.
"Why did you take him away then?" She asked cautiously. Her voice was gentle and tender, and the red locks turned to dreamy blond again. Perhaps she knew that he loved him as much as she did. Perhaps she knew he wasn't a murderer and he's a good person. That's why she hated him so much.
"Just because I loved him," the sad voice kept on. "you have all people in your breast. They sometimes have struggles and sadness, but they still hold tight unto you while they live and they feel like themselves when you hold them. But they fear me. They think I'm some mysterious demon who grab their throats behind them." He's voice trembled faintly. He brushed his white fingers on his soft forehead.
Vivian clenched her teeth and shed bitter tears in solemn silence. Of course she knew. Though she sometimes called him an enemy, she did not leave by his side from the first day in the Planet. She, of course, understood that he was sad and lonely. But she couldn't bare the pain that shrieked inside her. She was the greatest lover ever. She gave until there was nothing more to give. Extreme pain was the payment to that.
"I took them from your arms and held them in my hands, but they weren't the laughing, crying, well-" he knitted his brows as if to remember the word he had not used for centuries. "Living. They were lifeless." Mori gritted his teeth and hardened his fist. He was as miserable and grieving as Vivian was, but he did not express it. Heavens, no. He had heard thousands of wailings and millions of shouts of horrors. Even now he could here thousands of voices crying and morning inside the quiet, cold tombstone. It was enough drinking the tears of the groaning crowd.
Meanwhile, Vivian was silent again. She threw her body to the tombstone and shook her head violently. It was painful to hear the words out of his mouth. The law of Nature seemed to gory and heartless. Just a moment before they were talking and laughing and feeling, and within a short breath later they can't hear you. They can't love you and talk to you as they used to. They can do nothing and they will remain as fragments of memory.
"Do not think, Vivian, that I don't work their good. People die for a reason. It is the law until the time ends and comes to an end. People can see their true selves before death as they do before life. You show what the cup can contain by filling them abundantly, and I show what is in the very floor of the cup by emptying it. That is the truth," he sighed loudly. He had to admit that he sometimes hated his job. But after all, Life won't be life without Death and Beginning won't be Beginning without the Ending. All things that be should be in the way they are.
Vivian did not protest to that cruel law but she broke out with a loud wail. The cry filled the air around them and rang in their ears. From far away the roaring ocean sang a croaky requiem for the dead man. He was dead. Dead. Dead. Vivian had to find another fresh life to hold in her breast. Every time she had to hold new lives in her nest and she had to let them fly away. She had lost a thousand child and she remembers all of them and she still cries for each of them. A mother always cries for the child.
Mori took off his black hat and placed it gently on the tomb. It was not a goodbye, but it was a greeting. An introduction about the man's new course of learning how to be himself when he has nothing but existence. It was a sign of deep, quiet friendship between him and Mori. He kissed the tomb and rose up to face Vivian.
"Memento." He gently called his girlfriend. Vivian wiped her tears and smiled at him. It was a bitter, sad smile.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that way?"
"You are always Memento to me. You're a beautiful poem that hides a bitter truth. You mix every things up so that they don't know the truth."
Mori always used metaphors, but Vivian understood that he used them to prevent things from being sugarcoated. She pouted and looked at him.
"You are a lie. You make every truths into a lie and a vapor with one brief breath."
Mori laughed blithely. He must have thought that it was a funny idea. His shin went red as the chain of braids dug into his skin and drew him closer to Vivian. The stubborn link always existed between them.
They stood facing each other with a stone tomb between them. Hot sunlight rang in their ears.
The footsteps of the grave crowd echoed from the distance. They probably came to say goodbye to the dead man who once were their family and friend. They are probably hiding bitter sadness and regret behind their faint smiles. Mori and Vivian realized that they'd have to move. They'd have to find new life and watch them grow. Mori nodded curtly to the beautiful house, and Vivian calmly planted a motherly kiss to the casket. She allowed the bitter truth to seep into her nerves. Both she and Mori had to let go of one of the monkey bars and move forward. They simply couldn't move with the grip of the chain tightened around their ankles. They stooped down to undo the complex knots of burning gold and dark silver.
Vivian gazed at her boyfriend. He might be different from her and they might have different thoughts, but they will always be together. He would be the only one who can understand her darkness, and she would be the only one who can understand his brightness.
"I changed my mind," said Vivian with a faint smile. "I think I love you."
Mori smiled back. "You want to have an embrace of peace, Memento?"
She grinned. "But I can't. That's a law of nature, Mori."
"You'll never be you if you run into my arms."
"I'll be dead, in other words." Vivian nodded in agreement.
They stood up again and looked at each other. Though they have been couples for centuries and centuries, but they did not hug each other, kiss each other, or do anything what normal couples would do. Their love only shouted and shined in the hidden traps of their hearts. Their love was never meant to be. But they could not think of parting each other either. Their existence itself was mutual.
Strong love and sour hatred wrestled inside them. Once again, they tried to revoke the law of Nature. They tried to step over the tombstone and thrust their bodies into each other's bosom. But magical strength of that chain firmly pushed them apart. They fell to the ground by the sudden friction that held them back. And for the first time in forever, they felt one thing in the exact same way. They felt the sore bitter pain that seized their ankles. Vivian's harsh breath echoed in the air. The hot breath smacked Mori's sad face.
"We're alive." She whispered.
"We're not dead." Mori corrected.
They both stared at the tombstone blankly. They each called one another as a liar and thought their thoughts as truth. They thought they knew much. They thought they knew about human's heart and why the laws of Nature was established and what comes first in the cycle of Life and Death .They have been meditating and judging things in their wise perspectives for years and years. Now they understood that no one can know the absolute truth. The only unchanging fact that remained in their ancient knowledges was that a life is born and it furnishes, and then it dies away in a moment.
They both kept staring at the tombstone. Vivian secretly muttered under her breath as the words carved on the stone glimmered in the sunlight.
Memento. Memento. Memento.