Prompt: Maine and Alden writes down the most wonderful things about the person they can't stand at all.
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It was a sunny day. I am amidst the luscious grass lined with towering tres. The air smells of morning dew and sounds of the gentle wings of beautiful butterflies. And in this state of utmost tranquility, I feel the pang in my heart that will never cease to consume me.
I loathe her. With every fiber of my being.
"Love, sasaglit lang naman ako sa Eat Bulaga. Nakakahiya naman maraming nageexpect sa akin doon. Monthsary pa naman natin ngayon."
"Pero love wala kang driver today diba nag dayoff. And Im here naman sa shoot for a commitment. Ayaw kong ikaw ang magdrive. Tawagan mo nalang si Ms. Jenny."
"Kaya ko naman Love. Please payagan mo na ako. Paguwi mo, I made your favorite paella yung recipe ni Mama."
"Ikaw dinadaan mo na naman ako sa lambing ha. OK. But please take care OK?
"I will see you later. I love you."
"Love you too."
I proceeded with the shoot. I looked like a debonair who has everything there is to want in life. And I am. So I flashed that bedimpled smile reflecting a fulfilled man who has served his purpose in life.
Someone shouted my name. And my dimples fade. Then a call. And I forgot how it is to smile again. And then a trip to the morgue. And I remained shattered painstakingly remembering how it is to breathe.
Because she left me. And I died with her.
"Daddy, daddy. Awers. Awers."
I looked at Charmaine carrying the flowers we brought for her mother's grave. She looks every inch like her mother with her beautiful big eyes and full red lips.
And I realize that she is still here. In the curls of her pigtails, in the smudge of her pink chubby cheeks, in the ring of her giggles.
Charmaine put her little hands around me and showered me with butterfly kisses. I carried her and placed the flowers on the tombstone that holds the most sweetest name to us.
And though I hate her for leaving us, I reminisce the many wonderful things that will always stay in our hearts.
She taught me love.
The air smells of morning dew and sounds of the gentle wings of beautiful butterflies. And in this state of utmost tranquility, I heard our daughter squeal.
"Daddy daddy, Butemfly. Butemfly."
And it was color Yellow.
