[NIGEL'S POV]
They said when you lose something you're making room for new one's. But here I am in the room that remains empty.
I was never complete without her. I am still retreating to old memories only to torture myself. I found myself realizing that people come and go. I just accept that some of my broken pieces tell the greatest tales of my survival.
I take a brief to the tombstone of the girl I cherish the most. My one and only lifesaver, happiness, sweetheart, contentment, felicity.
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R.I.P
Margareth, Luna, M.
20 years old.
2022-2023
--------"I miss you, My Luna." He said while there is a trace of loneliness to his voice. The emptiness, the misses, deprived, the hatred but still there are affection on it.
"Masaya ba diyan?" He said while sighing.
It's been 5 years when the tragic happened, but for him parang kahapon lang ang nangyari lahat. Ang pagkamatay ng girlfriend niya sa bisig niya. Ang walang buhay nitong katawan na akap-akap sa madilim na lumang parke.
Naalala niya sa sandaling iyon na akala niya okay lang ang lahat, tanggap na niya ang mangyayari dahil mangyayari at mangyayari naman talaga iyon. Pero doon siya nagkakamali, para siyang binawian ng buhay, parang kinuha ang pinaka-importanteng bagay sa kanya, na naging dahilan ng pagkadurog niya.
How he miss his innocent, gentle-womanish, adorable, Luna.
Umihip ang malamig na hangin na parang may naka-akap sa kanya, kaya napangiti siya ng mapait at napayuko, tears slowly dripping to his cheeks.
"One day we will meet again in the place we dreamt together."
He put the favorite chocolates and three kind of tulips above the tombstone of Luna Margareth.
Kinuha niya ang phone at pinindot ang may pangalan na "My Luna" sa message.
>maybe not now but someday.
Send.
And he slowly walks away.
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Unknown number:
Please take me back to the time when both of us still together and happy.
oh, God, I'm begging.
Please just one more time.— FAREWELL —
BINABASA MO ANG
HIDING MYSELF FROM THE SSG PRESIDENT NA NA-WRONGSEND KO NG MESSAGE [COMPLETED]
Short StoryPresident x Student EPISTOLARY