The Last One

Haru is 25, a painter renowned for his painting called ‘The Starry eyes of Heaven’, and sees God at his window every night.

He lives alone with a cat named Kami and likes to spend his evenings on his balcony with a cigarette in his hand. Kami likes to sit on the table outside where she sleeps or stays with Haru until he goes inside.

God comes then, when the entire neighbourhood is asleep and sits on the railing of the balcony with his chin in his hand and looks at Haru.

“Why are you here?” Haru would always ask.

“I’m bored,” he would always answer. “I want to talk to you.”

But he can never touch him. Anytime he would attempt to touch God, He would vanish into thin air. So whenever they would talk, Haru would keep his distance. It was only his cat that could touch God.

“Her eyes see better,” God would say to him.

But Haru didn’t mind; as long as he got to see God’s face each night. He couldn’t be too picky.

One evening though, Haru was able to touch God. And that night, they talked and talked for an infinite amount of time. It felt as if the night never ended. And it was true; that night never ended—it continued for seconds and minutes and hours and—forever.

They were talking and walking on the clouds. God would walk backwards with Kami in his arms and then Haru would follow; and it was like that. They walked and walked and walked and it never ended.

Haru didn’t care. This was more than he could ever wish for.

Just him and God. He could finally touch Him, and hold Him, and be with Him.

Just him and his God.

The painter always completed all of his paintings with a quote about seeking happiness.

On the last painting he did before he retired to live a life of solitude, written at the bottom of it were the words: ‘I finally found it.’

It was a drawing of two men and a cat sitting on clouds while looking down at a city.

They were smiling. They were happy.

Sometimes when man can’t find happiness on earth, he goes to find it somewhere else.