MY DAYS WITH YOU

Part 31 The Engagement

"Nothing is impossible for pure love." ~Mahatma Gandhi~

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage." ~Unknown~

A/N: Hope you left some hot cocoa and tissues from the previous chapter. You will need it with this one as well. Sometimes, we cry because of sadness, happiness, or a mixture of both.

Mew got out of the office, as he walked away, away from his happiness. It hurts, even when he insisted on pushing Gulf away. Even with the possibilities of Gulf and Sam being together. Still, the pain hit him, now it was a fact rather and a possibility.

"I lost you; why do I need to keep fighting? This disease is eating me alive. Dragging me to the darkness, Gulf, you were my light. You were the reason to keep fighting, I wanted a life with you and now, I lost you." Mew felt a sting on his heart, leaving the prick there as a reminder.

"Sir, are you alright?" A woman asked Mew who passed by her, touching his chest.

She was ignored by Mew, as he kept walking. It was a good thing the nurses were busy and did not noticed him passing by them, especially Manow.

He was barely walking, his appearance at the moment was an afterimage of himself a few months back.

Outside the parking lot, his driver waits for him, since Lamai was now taking care of Laura.

"Sir," the driver greeted a distraught Mew and helped him get in the car.

As they drove away, the driver glanced at Mew from time to time. He wanted to ask Mew if he was alright, but knowing he just came from the chemo. The driver concluded was part of the process and let him be.

The driver could hear the soft sobs originating from the back of the car, still, stayed quiet.

After driving for a while, Mew spoke, "Dillan, take me to Shallow Peak, please."

"Yes, sir," Dillan accelerated.

At that speed, they reach the famous hiking place in thirty minutes.

"Wait for me in the car," Mew ordered.

"I will be okay," he added when Dillan was about to protest.

The untouched snow cracked as Mew walked aimlessly, only the footprints on the snow accompanied him. His chest feels heavy, his sorrow creeping out of his body, cold tears landing on the glittering snow.

Mew felt the need to scream, his chest was crushing him in a sense.

"AAAHHHHH!" His pain boomeranged in the form of an echo as if it was mocking him.

All that time in Gulf's office, Mew did his best to masque his pain. Now, in this vast emptiness, he allowed himself to release it.

His body was hurting him, physically because of the illness and emotionally because of his loss.

Mew was mourning the love story between him and Gulf, the short-lived love story that gave him so much happiness.

He collapsed on the cold snow; no strength left. His body was shaking, not from the cold, but from all the crying.

Lamai's ringtone mixed with his crying. Mew knew he needed to pick up her call or she would worry. Sitting down, he inhaled and cleared his throat.

"Hi, Lamai," Mew tried his best to sound like his usual self.

"Mew, darling. What's wrong? Why do you sound like that? Did Dr. Jovi said something else? Talk to me," Lamai's worried voice over the phone hurt him.

Usually, her voice brings a smile to his face, this time, he knew he would not be able to hold it any longer.