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Nocturnal Ninth

He called me again. At night.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Fine." He said. We were speechless. We didn't say much, since words could not define our relationship. 

"Noah, I'll always be here. Remember that."

"You're my strength, Alia. Don't miss me, please. I don't want to hurt you."

Tears escaped my eyes and washed my cheeks. "Don't say that. You will be fine. God is with you."

He laughed, and then his face twisted in pain. The tubes hurt him. 

"God can't save me, Alia. I'm dying." He firmly stated.

"I wish I could meet you in person. I wish I could touch you, hug you.."

"Kiss you." He added for me and smiled.

I blushed. "Kiss you." I said. 

"Be happy in your life, Alia. Think of me as a transient online friend. Don't miss me when I'm gone, but don't forget me."

"No." I whispered, "I'll never forget you, Noah, no matter what."

"Tell our story to the entire world." He said. 

"On wattpad?"

He nodded. "Sweet dreams. It's night in India."

"Sweet dreams." I bid him good night.