𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

SHE SAID, MY VOICE IS HER FAVORITE

[ SHE SAID, MY VOICE IS HER FAVORITE ]
by: EIAN M.

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“Hi, mahaaaaal!” with a sweet smile she greeted me cheerfully. Tss! As always.

She's Seziah, my girlfriend.

“Hmm, hi, mahal.” I greeted her back. We’re talking over the phone—through VC, I mean.

“I miss you, mahaaaal!”

“I know. Kelan mo ba ako hindi na-miss kahit kagagaling ko lang d’yan sa inyo last week. HAHAH” I said and she just replied with a sweet smile.

"Mahal..."

"Hmm?"

"Can you sing a song for me? Again and again?"

I chuckled.

"Aren't you getting tired of my voice?"

She pouted.

"Nah, never. Your voice is my favorite kahit mag-offer pa ng kanta ang 1D at Backstreet Boys, I'll still choose to listen to your voice." I have always sing her a song ever since when we were in high school. We're sitting under the shady tree and she's in front of me while I'm strumming my guitar. That's always the setup whenever our classes have ended and after, we go home.

"Yii, dapat na ba akong kiligin n'yan, mahal?"

"Oo, dapat araw araw kang kinikilig sa 'kin."

"Eto na mahal, I'll be singing your favorite song again." And I started to strum my guitar. As I was singing her a song, she's just staring at me. Damn, her eyes are so beautiful. She's too perfect for me. Can't help but to smile.

"I love you!" I uttered as I finished singing.

And that was the last time we talked before she got hospitalized. She was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, heart failure.

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"Kyle, mahal..." She calls for my name and reached my hand. I'm behind her and was pushing her wheelchair, we're outside. She said she wants to get some fresh air.

"Hmm, Mahal, I'm here."

"Can we sit over that bench, mahal?"

"Hmm, sure." I carried her and we sat there together and she leaned on my shoulder.

"Mahal?"

"Can you sing me my favorite song again?"

"O-Of course, mahal."

I started strumming my guitar as she's leaning on my shoulder and hugging my arm.

"Promise me you'll listen until I finished it, okay?"

"Hmm." She nodded.

"Kyle... I love you so much, mahal. I love you so much."

"I love you more, mahal."

I keep on singing, ngunit, hindi ko pa nakakalahati ang kanta ay lumuwag na ang pagkakakapit n'ya sa braso ko. Kasunod ng pagpatak ng luha ko.

"Zi... mahal..." I called her but she didn't respond.

"Mahal..." My tears started streaming down.

"Akala ko ba tatapusin mo pa 'tong kanta?" I hold her hands, her damn cold hands.

"Andaya mo naman mahal eh, sabi mo tatapusin mo pang pakinggan 'yong kanta? Bat 'di mo tinupad?"

"Mahal...mahal gumising ka naman oh." Nagsimula na akong humagulgol, tangina. Ang hirap. Parang hindi pa ako handa para dito kahit paulit ulit ng sinabi ng doctor na wala ng pag-asa pang tumagal s'ya.

I strum my guitar again and finished singing her favorite song.

"I love you, mahal. I love you so much. Happy anniversary." I kissed her forehead and yes, that day was our eight years as a couple. It was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of my life, but, sadly, she left me on the day of our anniversary.

End.