My Life In Months [EDITING]

The Video

Fatima

'I know that he'll have wanted you to have it' she said.

It's at this moment that my eyes began to well up and my mind began to daze.

'Are you okay?' She asked me in a low whisper.

'Yes, I'm fine.' I barely replied.

She hesitated at first but handed me a box with my name on it. I hadn't realized my hands were trembling until i reached out. The package was light and in a big box, so i deduced that it had to be something fragile.

'Thank you' i looked at her for the first time this evening. She looked hollow, a shadow of her former self. Her once proud and radiant smile now just a thin line of dry lips. Her beautiful eyes now just dark spherical abysses on her face. Her once elegant self now just this sad portrait of her once glorious manna.

'He left one for me too. They're all i have to remember him now' she smiled staring into the distance.

I sat there for an hour after she left staring at the package she handed me. My name scribed on the label on the package.

Fatima

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I finally had the courage to open the package and i realize the items in the box.

A CD, brown cover Journal and White envelope.

On the CD in cursive writing, for your eyez only.

The journal was titled my death sentence.

But my heart skipped a beat at the last item, a letter.

The Letter.

My emotions are in chaos, I'm smiling and crying simultaneously. I loved him, he loved me. Sometimes, i feel angry at him for leaving me. I miss him every moment of everyday. He became my rock, my island. My pain was eliminated with him but now even my treatments don't work anymore.

Every night i dream, it's of our moments together. Just me and him. Not anyone else. Us against the world. I wish he was here, oh well, it's just a matter of time.

I entered my room and insert the disc in my laptop and hit play.

"What are you doing?" My voice full of surprise. "Recording ofcourse". " Get that thing away from me!" I pushed it away. "Is someone a lil camera shy?" He teased. "No!" I barked. "Why being such a sourpuss?" He asked....

I clearly remembered that day. It was the day we met on the bridge. The day i got my own news. I was angry, sad and scared. Letting my emotions slowly chip away at my already fading heart. He approached me and started recording as if we've been long term buddies or childhood friends, he certainly wasn't a stranger.

'C'mon give us a smile!" He teased. I gave up and turned to shine him my pearly whites. "There she is!" He smiled. I smiled back. "Be my friend?" He asked with the cutest face ever. "Yeah. I'm Fatima by the way" giddly giggling. "I'm Nas. Short for Nasir."

I quickly shut the lid and laid back. I can't. I can't watch this anymore. My heart can't take it any longer. Tears began to fall endlessly, i can't do this. I thought back to him, how positive he was even in those dark times. Even though life was hard for him, he made it easier for others. That's who he was. And i missed everything about him. But i owe it to him to watch the videos, read the letter and the journal. That's my tribute to the man i love.

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Thank you for reading this chapter. This is a short story dear to my heart. Please endeavour to read on, i promise, you won't be disappointed.!

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Yours with a sweet smile,

Nas