Revelations
- Hannah Martinez
I’m sitting on the bench in front of the church, waiting for someone to arrive. Two weeks from now I will be a different person with a new surname, settled down for good. I imagine myself walking in the aisle, all eyes are watching me from the moment I enter the huge and glassy door to the platform full of flowers. And someone is waiting for me wearing a delighted smile with a teary eye, standing still, exposing his masculinity.
Unexpectedly, a piece of paper landed in my open palms resting in my lap and I come back to my senses. The paper looks familiar and when I stand up I saw him. We both said each other’s name and before I react he grabs me and hug me tight. “I’m sorry” he said, but I don’t know what the exact words will come out to my mouth so I decided to keep quite. I smile a little and wrap my arms around him before he lets go, pressing the side of my face to his chest. I feel his heartbeat against my cheek, as fast as my own. Then he kiss me, and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arms around my waist, my hands on his chest, and the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memory.
But then, I pulled back and stare at him. For the past few minutes it was easy to pretend that Caleb and I were used to be lovers. But a person can only keep reality-and-anger-at bay for so long before the truth comes back again. As I raise my eyes to his, I think of looking at him in just this way, when he left me all alone without any significant reason. I think of being too tired to fight with him anymore, or to hear his excuses; too tired to care that the man I loved had abandoned me.
“It’s too late to apologize, Caleb” after saying it to him, I walk away.
“Hannah please listen to me!” his voice filled the air, his tone is full of emotion and as he continues “I’m….. dying”
For a second I feel like everything inside me is breaking, the words that he spit is like a sharp tool: a knife that ripped every tissue in my heart. Or it is a bullet from a gun that shot my fragile heart which every piece is shattered on the ground. I froze, so stiff that I can barely move my body to face him.
“I have a cardiomyopathy. It’s a condition that damages and weakens the heart muscle. That’s the reason I need to leave the country, I badly needed the skill-ful surgeon to cure this abnormality!” his voice cracks in every word that he spoke.
“Want some sympathy? What’s with that? It can be cure… Better luck next time for the excuses” I said to him bitterly. If his telling me a lie or an excuse, it’s better that I didn’t see him now, now that I’m going to be with someone, now that I finally found someone that will never hurt me like he did before. It’s useless. However, what if he’s telling me truth? What if it’s all that I need to forgive him, to understand him? I don’t know but if it’s the naked truth, I only have one word to describe him: Coward. He’s such a coward for not telling me this before. He waited for five years to gain his courage despite the fact that I’m suffering, drowning in misery, longing for his love. He’s a jerk. I can’t hold my tears anymore so I let them flow in my cheeks whenever I blink.
He continue his speech, “Some types of cardiomyopathy can be controlled with medication, but others lead to progressive weakening of the heart muscle and sometimes…. result in heart failure. I’m not telling this to get your sympathy; I just… want you to know the reason”
I absorb his statement, word by word. It takes time to process and I’m being ridiculous for thinking that I will forgive and accept him again. Welcome him with a warm hug with matching tears of joy and act that nothing had happened. It’s too late, very too late. I bite my lips so hard to avoid a sob and speak with a strong voice that no one can break. “Your no longer part of my life Caleb” the words comes out before I decided to release them, my tongue is faster that my mind to process. I think of something to add, but it’s too much for revelation, so I swallow it. A moment later I decided I don’t care.
“I’m getting married” I said to him sternly and I totally walk away.
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(A/N: I'M HOPING FOR YOUR SUPPORT DEAR READERS. More reads, vote and comments Guys. it will serves as my motivation to continue this story. God Bless and Iloveyou all <3
-ChinitaSai
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