In Heaven (Completed kaya basahin mo na XD)

Day 8

A steady sound of faint beeps awakens me. I can barely open my eyes.

"How is my baby doing?" My mother caresses my cheek gently with tears around the corner of her eyes. I don't know whether from yawning or crying.

"Fine. Jeremy?" I smile weakly, forcing those two words out of my throat.

"He told me that he will be gone for a while and asked me a favor to give this to you once you're awake." She hands me a small white notebook.

I open it and the words 'IN HEAVEN' welcomes me. I turn to the next page and realize something. He wants me to read his diary? I laugh at his irony but started reading it anyways.

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October 7, Monday

I saw an angel walking around with a troubled face. Seems like her wings were broken and she can't fly back to heaven. I was enjoying my view of the beautiful creature when I saw her looking towards my direction. I quickly looked away in fear that I would scare her and she would go away. Besides, I don't want her to catch me checking her out. I glanced at her and smiled when I saw her still looking at me. Looks like I caught her attention. I was about to approach her when a doctor called out to me. So much for a good timing.

I can't sleep. Whenever I close my eyes, I can see the angel's face. I prayed to God to see her again tomorrow, hoped that she would visit whoever she came for in this hospice. An idea formed in my head that made me rushed to my garden. I'm going to give her roses. When I reached my garden, I saw someone who was about to pick a flower. I instantly yelled at the stranger out of anger. I approached that stranger and was shocked to see that she was the angel from earlier. Damn, I mentally cursed myself for what I just did to her. She quickly apologized and was about to walk away. But I didn't want her to go away so I stopped her by saying the first stupid words that came to my mind. As expected, the angel got angry and raised her voice. I was stunned. Her beauty still radiates despite her rage. I watched her walk away, but she fell after a few steps. Her wings must be really broken. I felt bad for what I did to her.

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"So you knew me since that morning? Angel, huh?" I giggle then turn it to the next page.

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October 8, Tuesday

I went to your room. Good thing you were still asleep. I can't really face you right now especially with what I did to you last night. But I have lots to say, so I will just write it in here. I learned that your name is Cassie, and that you just got admitted yesterday. I looked at your face while writing my note. With each stroke of a letter, I felt like I was drawing your beauty. You were smiling the whole time and I'm wondering what you're dreaming, wondering if it's me you're seeing. I smile stupidly at my wishful thinking. I promise you that I will repair your broken wings no matter what. I want you to be happy and fly back to your heaven, for you should not be stuck in this abyss. I placed the roses on your bedside table, stole a last glimpse of your heavenly face before leaving.

Things didn't go out the way I want them to be. The hospital that I went to is giving me a hard time. So I decided to just go back to the hospice empty handed and hopefully watch you dreaming again. But as I was walking at the garden, I saw you. Anxiety and surprise struck me. You look so lost and pitiful that I just want to pull you to a comforting hug, but I can't. So I just talked instead, which is I'm not good at, especially with you.

I smiled blissfully when I found out that you were waiting for me. I approached you and decided to tease you a little. Your blushing face was so cute that I want to kiss you, but then again I can't. I have to control myself. I thought carefully of the right words. I apologized to you and ended up telling a bit of my life's drama. I lied to you about me having AIDS. I'm very sorry. To tell you the truth, I'm a psychologist here. It is my habit to disguise, so patients like you would feel my sympathy and trust me easier. I joked when I said that you should not fall in love with me. The reality is that I was saying that to myself. I'm terribly scared that if it happens, you will leave me grieving alone, terrified that I'd be trapped in a nightmare of never ending misery.