It was on the roof. I still remember when we stared at the same sky, and felt the same feeling.
“Do you know why God create our hands like this, with five fingers?”
“So that our hands can blend like this.”
Afterwards, he touched my left hand, put his finger into mine and held it tightly. I could feel the heat. Creep from his hand into my heart. I was feeling so comfortable, till the wind swept his shadow and left me nothing. Lonely on the roof.
What a greatly saddened, even took a breath could be very painful.
“Nina, what are you doing?.”
“I miss him, mom.” I cried.
Then, I jumped, hoping there would be a hand pulling me off before falling.