Relief (Completed).

Chapter 8 of Part 2.

“I just talked to her what I felt about what she’s being through. That’s all.”

“You made her change! You’re a miracle.” Aunt Veronica hugged me tightly.

“I’m glad I woke her to the truth.”

“The truth really sets free.”

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I agree. The truth will really set you free. Jade’s only been denying to herself. I keep on saying this. It’s a cliché already.

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“So, what’s your plan?” I asked her.

“Since he gave me a letter, I’ll give a letter in reply, too.”

“You’re determined.” I can see her determination.

“I wanna lessen his pain. I know this letter is a confession of pain and love in mixture.”

“Maybe. You know, I pity him.”

“Don’t continue. It’ll just triple my own pain.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Thank you. So what will you write in the letter?”

“I’ll read the letter first, but I have the feeling that I know what its contents are.”

“Me too.” I confessed to her. “Seeing his state made me think so.”

I left after an hour and went home. I gave her the moment to think and to clear her mind. I want her to be at peace now.

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At first, when I asked them for a talk, I thought it would be easy. But blurting those things out, my decisions I had made, made me realized that there are things that are really easy to say but hard to do. My faith has been already tested. I said I trust His signals, but I was dominated by fear.

“Lord, I’m so sorry.”

I prayed about the thing again. This time, I am fully determined of setting things and making them go right. I prayed for it everyday. I ask for signals and signs again.

Then one day, the answer was given to me. Unexpectedly.

The Lord really surprises me. He gives me what I need in those times you didn’t expect it to come. And when He gives me an answer or a solution, it’s overflowing. It’s overwhelming.

Kelly. His answer for me was delivered by her. He used Kelly to help me.

What Kelly has done? Well, she talked to me. It sounds so simple, but it isn’t. We talked for hours. She patiently made sense to me. I was stubborn. I didn’t want to listen. I thought she was pressuring me, that she was persuading me. She left crestfallen because of my stubbornness. We didn’t talk for a few days. She didn’t call. I don’t know whether she got angry with me. At first, I don’t care. What was on my mind, by then, was I hate people who are contradicting me and dictating me what I am supposed to do. She sounds so like that that time.

Then I thought about it over again. I prayed for it. Then it hit me. She’s practically right. She’s doing this to me because she loves me. She wants me to be free.

I called her. I told her what I feel. Then I asked her to talk to me again.

“I’m so sorry, Kelly. I’ve been a stubborn friend. I’m a bad friend. I hated you for a moment because I thought you were dictating me. But I realized that what you are doing is for me.” I apologized, my tears gushing down on my cheeks.

“It’s okay. I know you would realize it soon. I have trust in you. I know you would be fine.”

“I thought you’re angry at me. You didn’t call.”

“The reason why I didn’t call you is that I gave you your time to think. I believe you needed it. I also want you to realize it yourself, without me or anyone else. Just you. I’m not angry with you. Yes, I became frustrated, but I tried to understand you. I waited until I understood you. I even put myself on your shoes, and realized that if I were on the same position, I would be angry, too. I understood you.” She said.

“I’m so thankful that I have a friend like you. You are an angel. And I prayed for it a lot. Then He gave me you.”

“I’m glad you realized it now.”

“I am determined now. And I’m thankful that you helped me to be freed.”

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I opened the letter as soon as my best friend left. I’m half-excited and half-afraid for its contents.

“‘Jade, I miss you. I love you. I need you.’ I just keep on saying this to myself everyday. I tried to live my life as the same as before. I managed, but there is still something missing. YOU.

I want this letter to be perfect. I’ve been writing a lot to you, but this time, this is different. Really, nobody is perfect. No matter how hard I try, it can’t be perfected.

I don’t want you to feel pain. I don’t want you to feel pity towards me. I love you, and it’s fine for me to be hurt while loving you. I also said to myself that I’ll wait for you.

But eventually, I got tired. I’m not tired in waiting for you, but I’m tired of myself being sick, lonesome, and empty. I really want to give you up, but I can’t.

I have this hope that I’ll see you soon. I have a feeling you were off somewhere near us. I can feel your presence. It’s crazy, I know. But that feeling gave me hope, so I wrote this. And I hoped you would read this, too.

I wanted to live my life. I wanted to give life to my existence. Loving you gave it colours, but losing you left it shattered. And I wanted to try again. I’ll just be waiting for you to come out. I’ll be here for you forever.”