The Healer

II

Days passed. I thought there will be an awkward moments between us but luckily you saved me again from awkwardness.

After you confessed, you let me feel special.

Day by day you're always there making me happy until I recovered from the anxiety.

So I called you as my Healer.

I remember how you refused for calling you a healer saying
"I'm not doctor okay. Don't call me that"

But that day I told you that not only doctors can heal a person

From that day you're so patient to build my trust again. You've been a nice cute man.

But one night you went to my house, my parents already know you.

We ate dinner together. Watch movie together.

Around 10 pm I sent you outside the gate because you said that you'll go home already.

But you grabbed my hand.

"Tomorrow morning we will leave this town to fixed something at the city, don't worry I'll be back. Your healer will be back. It's just that I really need to leave but it won't take long" you already reminded me about that for the 10th time if I'm not mistaken.

You hugged me tight as much as you can.

The day after that night when woke up I received a message from you saying that I might not receive a message from you for the next 24hrs.

I responded that it's fine if can't update me. Just do what you have to do and be back safe.

When I went to the kitchen I saw a breakfast meal. My mom said that you sent us a meal before you leave but decided not to wake me up.

After I ate I saw a box at the sofa. It has a message saying it's from you. I opened it and saw a ring.

"This is a promise that really want to give you the night before we leaved but I'm too lazy because I forgot to bring it. I hope you like it :))" the message written from the box

I wore the ring it fit on my finger. I smiled.

I made myself busy that day so that I won't mind the time.

I leaved you a tons of messages.

We still don't have a label. But I told myself that If you're already here beside me again the first minute that you'll sit beside me I'll give you the answer that you wanted me to say.

I think too much that time causing me not mind the passed very fast.

It's already midnight and still I didn't receive any message from you. I do understand that because you're a busy person and you want to finish all the chores on the right time.

I fell asleep while waiting.

The next day I woke up with all my energy to check if I got a message but I failed. You didn't respond at least one of  my messages.

After I ate brunch that day I received a message from your friend.

"Hey Pia, how's your day? Are you doing well? I'm sorry to message you but I really have to. Leo is gone. He failed. He did not survived the operation last night. He passed away 7hrs. ago, I'm really sorry to inform you about this"

My tears just fell down. My knees betrayed me.

My mom run to catch me from falling and guide me to sit down on the chair. She read the message and as soon as she finished reading it she hugged me.

That time all I know is that I can't stop from crying. You lied to me. I can feel myself breaking into pieces.

I ran inside my room I locked it not even listening to my mom.

My mind is full of "why"

Why didn't you tell me? You don't have to hide it. You don't have to carry it alone.

This is the first time I feel like I literally don't want to live I don't even to exist. I really need you. I need you hugs you words you voice. I need you.

More than 24hrs. left I'm not bother to open my door I know that my parents left so much food outside but I want to be alone.

I heard someone knock and heard Leo's sister voice. I opened it and saw her.

She hugged me. And I let her sit to my bed.

"As what my brother told he'll go back safe. He's in our house. He came home safe. But he's safe in a different way. He's waiting for you. I'll leave this here (she gave me a box) I don't know what's inside of it. But I'm hoping you'll visit him"

As soon as she finish her words she tap my back and went out. I closed the door again and stare at the box Leo's sister gave me.

But there's one paper got my attention.

There's a lot of messages but this one is different...
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