Prologue

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I was never even thinking about I might be losing someone that is so important in my life. I thought she would be right here standing beside me and told me about everything, which is not even irrelevant and mostly I laughed at and she would punch my shoulder that is not even close to hurt.

When I said, she punch like a little kid, she would make a thin line in her mouth and the next thing I know, I would kiss her and I don't even know why.

I'm standing here, looking up to the sky and hoping if I would have a second chance. I squeeze the paper in my pocket jeans and pull it out and read it for the last time. I already made this poem since the first day we go on a date and I told her I love her. I never thought losing someone could be this hurt. I wouldn't imagine what kind of a person I would met, if I never met her before.

"What would you do, if you found out I was crying here, and miserably asking for second chance?" I asked. But I know there would be no answer for this. Not ever. Not even in the next morning I woke up.

"It's time to go, mate", I look up to my brother. I hug him and said, "I'll stay here for a while, you can leave if you want to. I got my car, Thank you for being here". He whispering something like stay strong and all, but I end up crying even more harder than ever.

This paper in my hand, already changing color and smell so old and the hand writing start to blurred a bit because my hand always sweating because I'm nervous.

I read it aloud, and I can't stand it, So I just cried while I read it.

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