Chapter 3: The Vault

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"It was already night time, they asked Grandpa to better get going, the kids are sleepy and grandpa needs rest."

(Milos children eager to know the ending of gramps story, they asked their wondering dad.)

Ayesha: daddy? Do you know what happened to Grandpa and La Muerte?
Milo: oh so pops told you about the story? Eh.
Ben: yes but he ended the story in a proposal?
Milo: well kids, thats all he ever said to us, nothing more nothing less, we tried to know but he wont say a word.
Ayesha: dad, what if we try to find La Muerte for grandpa? To make this Christmas special, i know grandma would want to see grandpa happy?
Milo: you know what baby? Lets try.

(Milo and his children agreed their terms, and tried to put Greg and Paula in it.)

* 6 days before Christmas

(Xibalbas children agreed upon one thing, to find La Muerte, they dont know where they're going but they would want to try.)

*but first they went to the memorial to visit their sweet mother for a short time.

(Here lies Ema Rogers, born 1969 - 2016)

Paula: Hey mom? How you holding up?
Greg: well mom you're great son milo Milo something to tell you.
Milo: You jerk heh, mom i was talking with the kids, and we hope that you let us find La Muerte for dad?

*someone calls Paula, its uncle Chim.

Chim: hey Paula?
Paula: hey uncle why you called?
Chim: somethings telling me you trying to find, La Muerte?
(Greg accidentally dropped everything in excitement)
Paula: how did you know uncle?
Chim: im you're dads friend, I always know and Amanda told me hhahaha.
Greg: that b*tch.
Milo: you're mouth Greg that my wife.
Greg: who cares.
Milo: I do.
Greg: but she doesn't like you Milo, wake up.
Paula: break it up you two. Uhm uncle okay thank you where heading there a soon as possible.
Chim: oh no troubles you wont find anything here, go back home search you're daddys bed theres a box, I know we put everything there. And also a video.
Paula: okay uncle thanks.

(Xibalbas children jumped in their car and drove back to the house to find the box.)

*Greg Found it.
(Paula read some letters saying.)

-Dear: La Muerte
          I may not have everything a man needs to have but im always here, to be the man of youre everything.

- Dear : La Muerte
            I have loved you from the moment I have seen you, they told me you're not worth it, I told them. Ill bet everything for you.

(Milo saw the camera, and the video tape.)

Milo: hey guys here it is!!.

(Paula reached for the tape and plugged it in a vlc tape player, they all sat down to the couch and watched the video.)

" Xibalba was standing with flowers and candles, the moon shined on this gentleman suit, everything was special. The serenade band stood and played every favorable songs, Xibalba was very excited. La Muerte arrived with a smile on her face, she walked slowly to Xibalba, she touched his chest and listened to the beat of his heart, " it still beats for me". "It will always beat for you", La Muerte slowly kissed Xibalbas eyes, and kissed the other. She told him.)

She told him.....

She told him.....😀
She told him.....😅
She told him.....😊
She told him.....☺️
She told him..... 😐
She told him.....😕
She told him.....😞
She told him.....😔

*She told him it was not meant to be💔

(Xibalba didn't know what to feel, the tight grip was loosen, he felt his chest was frozen, he thought that she was it, he ran so far away from her, but his feet was stuck on the ground.)

La Muerte: im sorry babe, we gotta stop this *with tears in her eyes., I know you dream of me but I just can't.
Xibalba: why? Is there someone else.
La Muerte: no! Theres nobody than you, but i just can't im leaving, im going somewhere and i dont want you to wait for me😭
(Xibalba just stood there in the same place holding La Muertes hands, but she suddenly let go of the tight grip, she ran as fast as she could and went in their personal car.)

"Xibalba went home crying locked himself in the room, didn't absolutely talk to nobody.

*After that, it took Xibalba months after he could finally talk to someone. The video ended.

(Paula cried)
Greg: uh uh dad.
(Milo was speechless.)

*Xibalba was at the back watching the whole time with them.

Xibalba with a sad voice, and a teary eye said.
- kids that was La Muerte the woman of my dreams, the one I cannot have. She was the woman i ever loved before you're mother, i was ready to marry her that day but she left with no apparent reason, it broke me it tore me and I absolutely wanted to kill myself that day, but that was the moment I met your mother, Ema, the first thing she said was, " you can move on with it, i know you can, I believe in you", she followed me around, made me laugh, made me smile, made me play basketball again, she even tried to be La Muerte. I knew that moment maybe its time, its time to move on. I married youre mother years later and we had three golden children, and that was the best thing i ever did with my life, it made me forget about La Muerte.

(His children were speechless and crying, thinking that was their father, sweet, generous, loving, loyal, handsome, and the almost perfect man.)

Xibalba: if you're thinking if i ever saw her again, no I didn't, I didn't saw her again from that day.

(The untold story about Xibalba broke his childrens hearts, knowing they always had a very great daddy, what he lost long ago created someone much meaningful than anyone else combined.)

Paula: daddy? I love you
Greg: i love you dad.
Milo: i love you dad.
Milos children: we love you grandpa.
Joey the driver: i also love you mister Rogers.

Xibalba: *slightly laughed, shut Joey.

(The family held hands, prayed, ate and sanged a song.)

"It was the most cheerful moment ever in their lives, you could see the happiness in Xibalbas eyes, he could smile back to his ear. He was happy very happy that day."

*hours passed everyone was asleep

*1 day until Christmas                                        - night -

* Xibalba had a heart attack.
(Nobody could help him, they were all knocked out waiting for Christmas.)

* death - La Muerte - Ema, arrived.

- To be continued -

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