It was 3 AM when I finally finished counting all the money I'd made from selling my things. The house felt unusually silent as I grabbed what little I had left and headed for Marylle's house. I hadn't been able to call her-my phone had already been sold.
When I arrived, I knocked softly but urgently. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, and Marylle stood there, eyes bleary with sleep but widening in surprise when she saw me.
"Happy 2nd anniversary," I said, forcing a big, hopeful smile. Her eyes searched mine, and she looked at me, confused and concerned.
"What are you doing here? It's so late," she asked, stepping aside to let me in.
I explained, my voice filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I sold some of my stuff-my phone, my bed, everything I could. I wanted to make today special. I know it's not much, but I wanted this to be the best day ever for you."
Her face changed from confusion to anger. "Why would you do something like that?" she yelled, her voice echoing through the hallway.
"I wanted to give you something special," I said, trying to stay calm despite the rising lump in my throat. "I don't have much money, and this is all I could think of."
Her eyes flashed with frustration and hurt. "Do you think I'd be happy about you selling your stuff? Especially your phone and bed! Do you know how much you need those things?"
I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. This was the first time I'd seen her so upset with me, and it cut deep. "I just wanted to make today special for you," I repeated, my voice wavering.
Marylle was visibly shaken by my gesture. She turned away and walked back to her room, not saying another word. I followed her, desperate to explain, to make her understand.
"Marylle, please, can we talk?" I pleaded as I entered her room. "I know you're upset, but I did this because I care about you. I want you to enjoy today."
She looked at me with tears in her eyes, her voice trembling. "I just don't understand why you'd go this far-selling your important things. It's not about the material things; it's about what you sacrificed."
I reached out, gently caressing her cheek. "Don't worry about me. You'll find out soon enough," I said softly, hoping to soothe her.
It was 4:47 AM, and the weight of everything felt heavier than ever. I had decided that no matter what, I wanted to make the most of my remaining time with Marylle. I wanted to create memories that would last, even if it meant facing her anger and confusion.
We moved downstairs, and I put on some music, trying to shift the mood. I took her hand and asked, "Dance with me?"
At first, she hesitated, her mood still shadowed by the earlier argument. But then, she took a deep breath and joined me. We danced together, the soft music filling the room as we swayed gently. We danced until 5 AM, losing ourselves in the rhythm and the closeness.
Afterwards, we settled down to watch movies and cuddle on the couch. We sang along to some of our favorite songs, played a few games, and let ourselves get lost in the simple joy of each other's company.
As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, the music still playing softly in the background, we collapsed onto the couch, breathless from laughter. Her head on my chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my skin, I closed my eyes and soaked in the moment.
"What would you do," I asked, "if you had just two days left to live?"
She gave a half-laugh, probably thinking I was joking. "I'd spend it with you," she whispered.
YOU ARE READING
5 Days
Short StoryA short story about a boy who always have been the top of his class and getting along with his mom... until it all came falling down. Where he hit the rock bottom of his life, unable to go back up. All of it was too much for him and eventually he de...
