The Veiled Love

Continuation.

Maria's POV

He had cancer.

I felt my whole world came crashing down and I couldn't help but just cry, I couldn't do anything else.

I was no miracle doctor and every time he spoke, his voice was cracking a little.

I saw people that we do not know cry too, and his friends and my friends were all huddled up crying with each other.

I think the mere thought that I was going to lose him kills me and pains me, It couldn't have just been that he was cheating on me or he lied about something.

No it was far more worst.

Then I cried even more when he sprinted out, I ran after him but didn't even caught up with him.

I looked at the rocky paved floors and saw his farewell letter, I picked it up and walked towards the hall where he proclaimed that he love me and proclaimed that he can't dance anymore.

All the people were looking at me, not one spoke and all of them were looking at me with pity.

I want to read his letter, in which he couldn't because it was too painful to see all his loved ones crying and even as I stand here in this stage with this Microphone, I feel so alone.

I started reading his letter with my eyes and every time I read it, it began to make me hope.

I'll read it aloud.

I am so grateful for everyone of you, each had shown me the true meaning of dancing to them, every minute I wake up to this wonderful camp. I came to realize that it wasn't the desire to get rich and famous that made us want to go but the love of dancing itself, when I was young my mother would teach me complicated steps.

I would always complain that my feet were so tired that it would fall off me, my mother would laugh at my silliness and that was the last laugh that I heard when we discovered that she had cancer.

I started to cry and my eyes searched a familiar face which landed on the set of twins and they had tears in there eyes also, I started to read it once more.

Henceforth my mother still continued dancing and even though my father forbid her to dance, because she would easily get tired and on one windy evening, I managed to stay up because of my amount of homework due tomorrow and I saw my mother sneak pass me and into our studio where she would dance, I tiptoed beside her to watch her dance once more. My father was still soundly asleep when the music came into hearing range and then he got up and threw the speakers away, my mother didn't even speak to him for at least 3 days, a couple of months later her treatments didn't work well on her and she got sicker by the minute. One day she slept but didn't awaken no matter what, my father brought her to the hospital while I watched her, I was still a kid back then and didn't know what was happening and just shook her hand in her sleep and the most fantastic thing happen she opened her eyes and just smiled at me and said "Don't ever lose hope, hope is the one thing that can help you reach your dreams" with that said her monitor started beeping and in a few minutes her smiling face faded and was replaced by her cold figure.

And as I look back over this past couple of months here, I came to wonder everyday spent here is like a dream come true, I met great friends and met this girl that made my heartbeat the first time that I saw her in auditions and had an opportunity to become a competition to a lot of great people and thank you for all of you that made my stay here an unforgettable one, I learned that true happiness is the journey in which you learn from your mistakes and make them better.

Love William.

P.S. I love you so much Maria and don't ever lose hope. Your my one and only.