The Name, Or Its Owner

 

     She started the live video with a happy exclamation and an infectious laughter, and her angelic face had never been prettier.

     She was apparently giddy and excited with what she was about to do, whether she had an audience or not.

     She would hum and sway her head happily, like payday is next day.

     Then, she saw something—the name of someone watching her—that made her giddier and more excited, and suddenly, she was more mindful of how she looked on the video. It was obvious that the name or its owner had some sort of magical clout over her.

     Like the name, or its owner, was precious to her.

     Her eyes turned loving as she greeted the person watching her without mentioning the name—and then suddenly, as she looked in front of her, where she could see the name, she grew morose.

     The stars in her eyes dimmed.

     It seemed that the name had vanished, her source of current joy.

     Like it stopped watching her.

     And it seemed tragic, if you’d look at how melancholic her face had become and listen to how sad her voice had started sounding, like she was delivering a eulogy at a wake where everyone was dead, except the one in the coffin.

     She never recovered her giddiness or excitement until the end of the video.

     The love in her eyes had vanished.

     The name, or its owner, it seemed didn’t reappear.

     And the wake had become a funeral where they buried her heart.

     She finished the video and went to the windows. She opened it, revealing a dark sky, and all her clothes dropped to the floor, at the feet of a harp, and a pair of wings grew from her back. She flew outside the windows, the stars glowered at the ground, the moon had returned its light to the sun, not intending to borrow it again, and she flew tirelessly, hovering above the city, her wings flapping miserably, looking for the name, or its owner.

     A boy standing on the top of a tall building spoke to her, “Search over there, at the field of gloom,” he told her, pointing at a faraway land. “All the names there, or their owners, are lonely and are looking for an angel to save them.”