Short Love Story
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I read what was written and when I looked
up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up
early and excitedly readied myself,thinking of her. I hurriedly
went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for
Mikaella.
They lived in an exclusive subdivision.
Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and
that I was looking for Mikaella.
The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes
and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house.
As I looked at him while he was going inside the house,
only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.
A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.
"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside,
Julius." While we were walking towards the mansion,
she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella
had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly
understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why
Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me.
As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned
on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed
away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and
afraid.
As we entered the hall where so many people were silently
mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her
mother. "Where is Mikaella?"
She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which
was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pinkroses.
No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin
and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...
A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.
"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you
all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with
her.
She said that in that way, you could still send her messages
and you would always be with her."
I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo.
"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."
"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days
ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she
was a child," said her father.
"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.
"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her
mother said, still in tears," she said you will come,
and here you are.
Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside
her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of
my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while
I was still alive.
After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel
she had
told me she went everyday.
Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone
and typed: "U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how
2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv;
but ders 1 thing didnt teach me & it hurts mor - u didnt
teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"
I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able
to hold her CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my
message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped
again,felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did
not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks
as I read the message.
"Let go of d hand of d person u love, but dont let
go of God's hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding
d person u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."
"I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never
let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as I left the
church.
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