THREE MONTHS
I looked around the busy street of Kalapuya. Everyone is minding their own business, the sidewalk hummed with a symphony of hurried footsteps, each person engrossed in the luminous glow of their phones, navigating the digital landscape amidst the physical hustle. Vibrant market stalls teased passersby with an array of colors and scents, inviting spontaneous detours.
It's passed 7 yet there's still lot of people walking around. I stepped on the accelerator when I saw the traffic light turned green. I am on my way to visit my grandpa to inform him, good news, and bad news.
The guard open the gate when he saw my car approaching, I parked my car near my Lolo's little house which I consider home whenever I visit him. I held the bouquet of flower I bought for him as I went out of the car. Silence enveloped me as I looked around, far different from the street I passed by earlier. I hold the key to my grandpa's gate and slide it to its keyhole.
"Romulo V. Lopez," I read the engraved name of my grandfather and look at the framed which placed at the center. It's my grandfather, smiling widely at the camera. How I wish I could take that time back and enjoy every bit of time while I am with him, unfortunately, I could not.
"Hi grandpa, I missed you. I smiled and touched his grave.
"I have bad news for you grandpa, we went to my personal doctor earlier to check about my situation, and he said it became worse. Thats the bad news, and wanna know the good news? In three months now, Ill be joining you in heaven." Tears streamed down my face right after I said those words, how funny it is that I call it good news, but the truth is, I am scared. Death fears me, I don't want to die yet. I am still young, and I still have a lot of things to do, I haven't explored that much yet.
I have a coronary artery disease and it is really getting worse as time passes by and my doctor told me that I only have three months to live, very unfortunate of me, right? However, my parents couldn't accept it, so they are looking for a donor. I am the only daughter of my parents so they will do everything just to let me live, fortunately my family is rich. My mother side, which is the Lopezes has multiple businesses and same with my father side. My parents also have its own business that is why we are filthy rich.
I cried for almost two hours Infront of my lolo's grave before I decided to go home. My cardiologist advised that I should manage my emotion very well so if my parents find out about this, they might freak out.
It's past nine when I arrived at home. My parents didn't question me anymore when they saw me. I concluded that they know already where did I go, lolo's grave is the place where I run in times like this.
I threw myself on my bed after I changed on my usual pajama. I stare at my ceiling as my mind is being clouded with what might happen for me. If my parents failed to look for my donor, then I will die. Why does it have to be me? Theres a lot of people there so why me?
Suddenly, my phone beep so I looked at it. A smile scape on my lips when I saw Thadeo posted on his Instagram. He's so handsome. No wonder why women flocks on him.
It was the last day of my Senior High School when my friends urged me to watch a basketball game and there, I met him, he was a second-year college that time. That was the time where I started admiring him from afar. And I think I'll die still admiring him from a far.
A smile crept in my lips when suddenly an idea came with me, I'll make this three-months remaining wonderful. I wont let my remaining months just admiring him from a far. I guess it is the time to make a move. I am pretty gorgeous so I am confident that somehow my plan will work. I'll make him my boyfriend, I'll make the playboy fall in love with me. I smiled.
Now I am thrilled to see how this one ends.