Cupid's Notes

#12 Five years

Day 1:

She stayed in her bed for the whole day, burying herself deep inside her blankets, no one dared to go and see how she was doing. She didn't eat or drink, ignoring notifications on her phone. As moonlight shone inside the room, I peeked through the blankets, mascara was smudged all over her face, it was a mess. She had red and swollen eyes, her throat was sore from all that wailing, and her cries trued into sobs.

Day 2:

Her roommates dragged her out of the bed and forced some food down her throat, saying that she'll die of dehydration and malnutrition if she continues, she was too tired to argue back. Sitting in front of the dining table, she took a bite of her bread, consuming it slowly. Her eyes were bloated, I remember calling her puffy whenever she cried when we were young, she would always pout her lips and cry more.

Day 3:

She put on makeup and dressed alluringly, walked into a bar and glanced the crowd with a seductive look. People went up to her asking for her number, but she pushed them all away. She stayed from dusk till dawn, gulping down drinks and swaying her hip, dancing like she had never danced before. She was so drunk that she threw up on another guy, her friends rushed there in time to stop a fight. I knew, because I was there the whole time.

Day 4:

When her roommates stepped into her room, they gasped in surprise, it had never been cleaner. The books were in place and the sheets were made, the windows were shined and the floor was waxed. She removed her wallpaper and painted it a faint blue, bought some potted plants and placed it on the balcony. Her hair was tied up and she smiled at her roommates while dusting the shelves. I stood there gratified, seeing that she was slowly regaining her old self.

Day 5:

She started studying again, working till late at night, in hopes of catching up to her old grades. She had always been a good student, it's just that her grades fell when we were together. Pieces of paper flew across the room as she tidied up her portfolio, she was preparing to campaign for the head of the student's council. I know deep down that she must be able to make it.

3 months later:

She did become the chairlady of the student council, and devoted herself to our school. She looked happier and made a lot of new friends, the frown between her eyebrows disappeared and she gained some weight. it was almost time for her to take the exam for college, people wished her luck. I knew, again, that she won't be needing any luck.

1 year later:

She got into the university of her dreams and was striving to be a journalist. More and more guys revolved around her, and a lot of them were better than me, but she never batted an eye. Though there were rumors between her and a guy called Z, every time this topic was picked up, she shrugged it off and claimed that they were just friends. To be honest, I was secretly jealous but it wasn't like I was in a position to do anything.

5 years later:

She was getting married, and her fiancé was Z. As her pen danced through the wedding invitations, she found tears dripping from her eyelashes, her shoulders trembled and she sat sobbing. I went up, wondering what was wrong, only to see that the name for the husband-to-be's blank on the wedding invitation was mine. She wiped the tears across her face, taking deep breathes as she told herself to stay strong, but she couldn't, she brought her legs to her chest and embraced herself. It was heartbreaking seeing her that, and I wanted to cry with her.

But I can't.

Cause ghosts don't have tears.

Cause I died in a car accident, while crossing the streets.

5 years ago,

Holding a wedding ring.