Short
Sad Love Story
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She was looking at me straight in the eyes and
I could really feel the sadness in her voice. I
swear there was something in her voice and those
lovely yet lonely eyes. She got up and smiled at
me lovingly.
“Please come and visit me tomorrow morning.”
she said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.
I read what was written on it and when I looked
up, she was gone. The following day on Christmas,
I woke up early and got ready in excitement as I
thought of her. I went to a florist in a hurry and
bought a dozen pink roses for her.
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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 with sadness and amazement in his eyes. He told
me to wait as he called the owner of the house.
As I saw him going inside the house, I noticed that
the house was brightly lit.
A woman came out of the house 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
talks about me often. I hardly understood what she
was saying as I was busy wondering why was she crying
while talking to me.
As we approached the great hall of the house, it
dawned on me that there was a wake inside. I thought
maybe a relative had passed away. However, deep
in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.
As we entered the hall, there were many people
silently mourning while others were praying.
I asked her mother, “Where is Mikaella?”
She held my hand and silently led me to the coffin
which was surrounded by flowers. The flowers were
all pink roses. No words could explain how I felt
when I gazed into the coffin and saw who was lying
there. It was the same beautiful girl I met yesterday…
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A man came beside me and I knew he was Mikaella’s
father.
“We are so glad you came, Julius. Mikaella
talked about you all the time. She even asked for
her phone to be buried with her. She said that through
this 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 that you will come and here you
are.”
Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently
beside her as I stared at her lovely face. I tried
to memorize every line of my friend’s face,
a face I knew I would never forget while I was still
alive.
After going to the wake that afternoon, I went
to the chapel she told me she went everyday. I sat
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 som1; u shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing
u didnt teach me & it hurts - u didnt teach
me how 2 let u go. I Love You.”
I sent the message and even though I knew she wouldn’t
be able to hold her cellphone again, I knew in my
heart she would get my message. I didn’t expect
a reply but my phone beeped seconds later. I felt
a shiver down my spine. The sender’s number
did not appear on the screen but 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 in d other
hand 2 let u hold each other again.”
“I will never forget you Mikaella. I will
never let you go…” I vowed to her and
to myself as I left the chapel.
Mikaella brought out something about me that I
never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic
person... Even if it's just through text messaging.
"Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u in
my heart. Lock it up & throw away d key so dat
no1 can evr tke u away from me..."
One day, she sent this message to me.
I replied, 'In life, we seldom find a true prson
& if u evr find 1, hold on & nvr let go...
Value dat prson coz it's a gift worth keeping &
holdin on..."
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