Tears of regret dance on the edge of my eyes as I reminisce about the worst mistake of my life.
Only if I'd known the best way to keep him safe and happy was to stay with him. Only if I'd known how wrong I was.
Resting my head on the marble window frame in my room, I inhale a breath of the dying day. The sky is a messed up palate of a painter who's left it and forgot it. Shades varying from blue to purple to pink, making me wonder how they dissolve into one another and how they know exactly the right colour to flow into.
My chain of useless thoughts breaks off when my phone vibrates in my pocket. Throwing the diary of messages on my bed, I fish the phone out and unlock it.
My brows frown in confusion as I look at the audio sent by Robert. The weirdness of it strikes me, he's never sent me an audio earlier.
With a pout on my lips depicting my confusion, I raise the phone up near my ears and hit the play icon.
-and you'll know the answer.
I love you Easter Eggs.
I love you.And I wanna say this to your face.You made me love you so damn bad, that I cannot forget you. I cannot leave you, not even if I die.But,This isn't you.This isn't the Easter Eggs I knew.My Easter never turned her back...
With my jaw dropped in awe and my eyes wide open I listen, until I'm sure I'm hearing it right. When confirmed of its reality, I turn it off and quickly type an ecstatic message to him.
Easter
My God Robert!!!!
SIM Card Guy
No, I know.
Easter
When did u record it???
SIM Card Guy
Exactly when u were busy roaming galaxies with ur boyfrnd.
My cheeks blush up at his remark. I start typing another message but I backspace it halfway. My fingers start running on the keypad again but yet again, it sounds too cringe.
In the end, I decide to settle with a simple reply.
Easter
Thank u(ToT)
SIM Card Guy
Yeah, It's ok
Just don't keep this as ur caller tune thou.
I can't bear listening to him say I luv u to you every time I call u.
Okay?
I re-read his text to understand what I'm missing. Because something tells me that I am. But nothing clicks. I keep staring at his text and my forehead messes up in a light frown.
It is probably a joke.
I tell myself and brush the doubt off my mind. I already have a lot of things to think about at the moment. Like what I told Robert earlier.
... I still think there's more to it.
There's more truth hidden in that night. In that trip, that game or truth and dares and that car race. Something somewhere is missing my eyes and I have to figure out what. But the bigger question is how?
Easter
Sure.
I wait for a few minutes after sending him that little text. Nothing comes back and I make up my mind that nothing is going to come. How can anyone reply to that anyways?
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What If He Didn't Die?
Misteri / Thriller"He is talking to me. Why can't you understand?" "Easter, the dead don't talk to the living!" "Oh well, then maybe he's not dead. Or maybe I am not living." _______________________ Nothing this bad had ever happened in the town of Drakedon. Daniel S...
