February 13, 2009

Precious

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn’t know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
–Depeche Mode “Precious”

S had a car accident during the Lunar New Year holidays and was severely injured. I was worried about him, but something held me back from constantly asking him about his condition. Possibly the past grudge was still fresh on my mind, and besides, it was impossible for me to visit him.

He said he would quit school, and that was not what I wanted to hear. Now I think a talented person like him probably needs a period of quietude to think things through; I know I do.

He sounded unusually serene when we chatted this morning, but something wrenched my heart.

I: I can take a few days off (from work), and I’d probably go south. I’d visit you then.
S: There’s no need, really. It’s too far away. I can type now. I can chat with you online.

I stopped myself from saying sentimental things, which I’m sure he didn’t need any. If he can be optimistic, I shouldn’t feel pessimistic about my future at all.