Gateway Of Freedom

Shermy Dihya Khumaira Affandi - IX I

Guidance Counselor: Citra Roska Awaliyah, M. Pd

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Everyone has to express their words even with a mimic. But there's that person. He has an emotionless face that seems to be unconcerned about whatever goes on starting from the best to the worst— his name is Hanzo.  

"At least show me some respect—!"

That's what his mother told him time by time. Anxious feelings smouldering throughout his entire body whenever he wants to express his feelings; what if it happened again? He muttered. He ran away; avoiding coming home just to keep away from the stress. 

The unconscious mind leads Hanzo to an odd store. It gives antique vibes from the entrance. The vision of exotic flowers blooming in every corner of the store was so stunning he had to be thinking he was pursuing a utopian dream of world prosperity.

Sadly, the inside of its shop can't be revealed by the window. He walked through the door; accidentally bumped into a person who left that store laughing happily while holding up bouquets of chrysanthemums. 

"Lucky them," He says. 

The emptiness in Hanzo's gaze, his long, red hair made him more threatening, exterminating the person's happiness along with the petals begin to wilt.

The deep voice inside Hanzo's head crooned and cooed, whispering to him tenderly to open the door that will lead him to freedom. With his grasp on the handles, the sudden delightful fragrance came as he opens the door within the big amount of white petals floating around the space. Like a fantasy. A dream of fantasy.

His eyes came to rest on those familiar and suspicious white-haired guy with his gentle eyes, yet sharply stared into Hanzo's soul, making him feel goosebumps. Hanzo already knew It was him. The one that dragged Hanzo to this strange place. 

"Why, isn't it hard carrying such a flower of death in your sense?" He says, while carelessly putting a sly smile on his face.

That guy kept bothering with the word 'afterlife' in every sentence. Red spider lily suddenly bloom as he stepped towards Hanzo. This is it, the flower that symbolizes death. Behave like he knew the time has come. The reality of Hanzo's being.

"Sweet dreams, Hanzo—"

As Hanzo’s lack of understanding, his mind started to go off the deep end, yet couldn’t bring himself to argue nor say anything. But he can't waste the time. He can't be angry. He's not supposed to be. While the bottom of his finger, his body, his head, so himself, fades away into petals of chamomile. 

He escaped from the misery

The misfortune of living,

The soul that has overwhelmed,

Be lost in sight within glorious blooms.