SPARKLES (One-Shot Stories)

I Love You Zac

December 25, 2014. Christmas day. I wrote a note on a cute sticky note with heart prints on it. The note comes with a special present. My present for you. My heart. I gave you my heart fully, with the hope that you would love me too.

But why does realization always come at the end? 'Cause it was really too late when I realized I just made a fool out of myself. 'Cause the next day after I presented my heart to you, you gave it to another girl.

Is my heart really worthless to you? Ain't it meant anything to you? Is this another hopeless romantic story? Well, that girl must be very special than me. Of course, who am I to you anyway? I'm just nothing, right?

Since then, we haven't heard anything from each other. I chose to hide from you. But even if I showed up now, will there be any difference? It's been a year now, surely you won't stop by and offer a single 'Hi!'. You didn't even acknowledge my feelings, so why would you acknowledge me now? Right?

December 24, 2014. Flashes of memories rushed through me about that night again. The whole class decided to go clubbing and celebrate the holiday. Some glided and danced cheerfully with the beat, while there are some who rested themselves, exhausted and drunk. I roamed my eyes in search of you. There in the corner, I found you, with your phone. Despite the darkness, the expression painted on your face was  clear to me. You looked frustrated and depressed. Did you had another fight with your girlfriend again?

I drew myself near you. I knew you needed someone to pat your back. So I gladly offered my shoulder for you  to cry on. You told me everything. Your fight with your girlfriend, that ended with a simple yet heart-wrenching break-up line.

With that, I gave you my heart. 'Cause I thought that maybe, just maybe, it would lessen your worries a bit. But it only made me a fool. The next day after that, you were together again -- You and your girlfriend.

Hurt. Pain. I felt like I was drowning in a deep well of pain. No matter how I try to reached the top, hurt was dragging me.

December 25, 2015 - Today. I've had enough. No more tears to waste now. 'Cause this time, I'd  offer my heart to someone special... someone who truly deserved it... someone who would shower me back all his love.

You know who that someone is? It's Him. God. 'Cause now, I have accepted everything. I have accepted the 'me' now. I have accepted the writings on the tomb where I'm lying peacefully.

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Drella Murphy

Born: December 25, 1997

Died: December 25, 2014. 

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"Zac! Zac!"

Noises coming from different person echoed in this white room. We're in the hospital.

"He's on critical condition. God! What are we going to do?!" Zac's mother cried in worry. 

After our little talk in the club, his heart disease attacked him. Perhaps because of crying too much from his heartbreak. We immediately admit him here.

Our classmates were all worried. Me? I'm on panic. I knew I have to help him. God, I love him more than anything in this world!

"Drella!" They called me.

Too late, I have managed to enter the room where Zac is in.

"He needs a heart transplant! Take mine! Now! Please!" I yelled in front of the busy doctors and nurses.

Stupid? Yes, that's me. I can't think well right now. There's only one thing running inside my mind right now. I need to save him. 

They were all surprised at my sudden offer. So I yelled and yelled and yelled, over and over again.

"Are you deaf? I said take my heart now, please!"

I was sobbing and yelling. There's no much time, he must be saved.

"Miss, calm down. You must get yourself out from here."

They're not listening to me. Then I saw something. Something I could use to help Zac. 

"Miss!"

I earned loads of curses from all the witnesses.

I grabbed the knife I saw and stabbed myself. This is the only thing that I could think of, so I can save him.

"Take my heart... give it to him... save him... please... and... give him this...note..."

"I love you Zac."