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“I am so sorry Levi. It was not my intention
to hurt you. It was you girlfriend who hit me first
and it was an accident. Please believe me,”
I beg him.
“Stop it. I don’t have any trust on
you anymore. I’ve seen you holding a gun that
night and you will tell me that it was just an accident,
no way,” he insists.
“Please believe me. You know that I love
you and I cannot do that because it is your happiness.
Can’t you remember what I promise?”
He never nods to what I am telling him by now.
He only tightens his fist and bows down his head.
I know that it is hard to accept what happens because
it his special someone who died. It is the mourning
part of his life when he looses her.
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“I know that you have the strength to kill
her so why you don’t choose me instead of
her,” he says. I can’t do that. In fact,
she is the one who wanted to kill me that night.
“I cannot kill you. The truth is that she
is the one who brought the gun and pointed it to
me. In order to protect myself, I stole it away
from her. Unfortunately, she pushed something hard
and the gun was on her direction. Then, I am forceless
when I saw her lying half-dead unto the ground.
My hands were stained with her blood and I cannot
feel the gun anymore. It is only a matter of self-defence
why she put herself to death,” I explain.
“I am on my halfway of believing you. I just
need proofs. I want evidences to prove your innocence
and that is all I want to see in order to forgive
you,”
“Now, have you remembered what I promise?”
I ask him again.
“No,” he answers directly.
“Even it is hard for you to love me, I just
need your little attention. I am happy that with
my eyes I can see your smile and through my heart,
I can feel your love. Love is painful for me and
so I will never regret for it. Love is the reason
of my innocence why truth is bound within me. If
loving you is my happiness and your happiness is
located elsewhere; then, loving you must meant I
really have to set you free,”
“Can’t you stop being faithful to me?”
he asks. I have a lot of answers in my mind but
I need to choose only one.
“I can’t tell. I can’t stop myself.
It is not my fault to fall in love with you. It
is not my intention to love you. This is not obsession
but an infatuation I must hold on. We were childhood
friends and we keep staying on our tree house during
rainy days,” I almost tell him the things
that will prove my faithfulness to him.
I can hear the sound of thunder above us. I can
feel the warm breeze from the sea. I can sense the
raindrops running down my skin. Lovers pass us by,
sharing with one umbrella. I cannot tell a single
word about it for he always blame with all the things
that were happened to his life.
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“Before I go, I want you to know that you
are always in my prayer and I am so thankful that
God made you. There is nothing you should realize
now. I know you can’t love me and that is
the truth I must learn to accept right now,”
I turn around and walk away.
“Andre,”
The next day, I just received a bad news. It is
not only one but two. First, the test of my cancer
comes and it is real that I am dying. It is incurable
anymore. I saw mom and dad crying in front of me
as well as my brother. The doctor says that I have
two weeks left. And now, my happiness is limited.
I can’t see him again. Before I die, I must
say something to him. Second, how can I tell him
if he was admitted last night to the hospital? Dad
says that he was driving drunk and looses his break
so he bumped his car to a cemented post. As a result,
his eyes were greatly affected.
I hastily go up from my bed, take a bath and goes
north to the hospital. Time is running so I must
not waste it. When I arrive, I see him with his
eyes close. I ask the doctor what happens to Levi.
“Excuse me; may I know what happened to his
eyes?”
“When he bumped his car to the post, it was
the glass breaks and some of the pieces go inside
to his two eyes. We badly need a volunteer for an
eye transplant right now so may you excuse me,”
the doctor answers.
They need a volunteer for an eye transplant. I
look at him again and think forward. If I am dying
and someone needs a help, I can give this eyes of
mine for him and in fact, my cancer is far away
from this part.
I walk to the counter and ask some nurse for the
transplant. I choose to be the volunteer than to
be a waste for him. I want to show him the meaning
of love that is endless.
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