If given the choice, would you choose happiness or sadness?
The boy who spotted her was entranced right away. The girl was sitting down at the roof of a crumbling building, looking at the sunset. They were in a deserted part of town, somewhere abandoned long ago by humans. This place was where the blue-eyed boy always came to just relax, but at the moment, his heart was beating erratically. He was no where near peaceful.
The boy took a deep breath and ruffled his brown hair, trying to calm himself. He walked over. "Hey," he said, a bit breathlessly, sitting down to the girl with the forest colored eyes and midnight black hair.
The girl seemed unruffled at his intrusion. "Hey," she replied, much calmer then he, not breaking her gaze from the sun that had almost completely disappeared now. The hues of bright orange, sunny yellow, fiery red, sky blue, and lavender danced together in a slow waltz, painting the soon to be night sky with an array of colors.
"So, umm..." the boy started, fumbling over his words in his mind. Hoping to strike up a conversation, he finally blurted out, "How are you?"
The girl didn't break her gaze from the setting sun. "Peaceful, I guess. Kinda happy. Overall, I'd say fine. You?"
The flustered boy could only give a helpless shrug. Struggling to keep up the exchange of words, he asked the only thing that came to mind. "Why're you happy?" The girl lifted an eyebrow in question, urging the awkward boy to continue.
"Well, you see..." the boy stumbled over his own words, "I, I mean, I don't think that anything about this place could... like, make someone happy. Peaceful maybe, and that could be mistaken for happiness, but not, erm... elation. You could never really be all that elated from this place, so I was just wondering, what makes you so happy about this place? Yeah..." He trailed off, his face flushed with a pink that could be seen on the sky.
The girl, amused by the shy boy, gave a small smile. "I guess... I wasn't really happy. Maybe I was just peaceful and relaxed." The boy only shot her a ocnfused glance.
"Then, what makes you happy?"
The girl looked at him with those forest colored eyes. "Everything, anything, nothing..."
"What does that mean?" The boy asked, finally becoming more comfortable around the place he would call a true home.
"I don't know. I guess... I'm never truly happy, so sometimes, I wish I was sad, or full of anger, or, or... some other negative emotion."
"What? Why would you want to be sad if you wanted to be happy?"
The girl turned to the bewildered boy suddenly. "If you could choose, would you choose happiness, or sadness forever?"
The boy looked at her as if she was insane. Why would you even ask yourself that question? The forest colored eyes only stared back at him, waiting patiently for his answer. At last, he exclaimed, "Of course, I would choose happiness! Wouldn't you? It's only what a normal person would choose."
The girl shook her head, maybe with disappointment, disapproval, the boy didn't know. "Exactly. Normal people don't think of the consequences. They only see what they want, and they want happiness. Maybe happiness to them is finding true love, money, or something else. But I see it like this; having happiness forever means that you would get what you wanted, as you would be, well, happy if you obtained that item of whatever it is you wanted, correct?"
The boy nodded. "Isn't that what everyone would want?"
The girl clicked her tongue. "You still don't get it. Have you ever met someone who has gotten everything they have ever wanted?"
The boy grimaced. "Several times."
"How were they like?"
"Rude, spoiled, believing they were better than everyone else, bratty, and they would always want something more."
"Does that sound like they were happy?"
The boy thought of it for a while before letting out a sigh. "No."
"Now why would that be? They had always gotten what they wanted. Everything they dreamed of, it was right there."
The boy stopped. Why weren't they happy? He had never thought about it.
"You're starting to see. You see, when you have everything at your feet, it doesn't make you happy. Even if your dreams were achieved effortlessly, it doesn't make you happy. Now, think on that."
The boy thought, and thought. The girl sat and waited. The boy asked her why.
"Because, they have gotten everything they have ever wanted. And now, they don't appreciate these things. If I were given the choice, I would choose sadness forever. If you understand everything I've said so far, you may get why I chose this."
"I understand, but I don't understand why you would choose sadness."
"When forever ends, and my sadness has gone, I will truly appreciate every little thing. I'll be truly happy, and that's all I could ever ask for."
"But... how long is forever?"
She lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "Forever is however long forever is, but you can't have a beginning without an end. And as far as I know, life started on a day long ago, and it'll end sometime. You can't have a beginning without an end, just as you can't have happiness without sadness. It's the way things are, and you can't change it. You don't. You'll regret it soon enough."
She walked away without another word. The boy stared at her retreating figure. It was past midnight now; they had been talking for several hours. The boy sat there for a while, before stuffing his hands in his pocket, and walking off.
The next day, the boy sat down in his living room and turned on his television. He went to the news, as was his routine. They were talking of a car crash.
"Yesterday, at around 3:27, two cars collided with one another. The drivers were both instantly killed on impact. One of the victims was seventeen year old Violet Rose, the other Marc Anthony Hernandez." Two photos were shown, one female and one male.
The boy paused. Those eyes... the girl... Her name was Violet Rose, and on the 11th of April, she died. The boy leta tear slide down his face before wiping it and turning off the television.
He whispered, "I hope your sadness has ended, Violet Rose, and that you've found