DAY 2

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TWO

My eyes flickered open, blinded by the surrounding white walls and ceiling. Everything was white that it almost sting my sight. Is this heaven? Did you take me with you?

I felt my body lying on a bed. How long did I sleep? Or did I?

"Honey, are you okay? I am sorry." Dark circles under her eyes were evident. Weeping inconsolable, she was being held by my father.

"Where is Tim?" I struggled to sustain the remaining air in my lungs. Breathing heavily, I literally gasped for air.

Their mouth didn't respond. On the contrary, their eyes replied in unison. We're sorry for your loss.

Realization swarmed its way into my veins. Again, "Where the hell is Timothy?" I asked with a longing hope that everything was just a dream. - No, a nightmare.

My mother leaped a little from where she stood. Her bloodshot eyes widened. That was the very first time I yelled at her. And I immediately want to take it back.

"Tim is gone honey. He's in heaven now. I know it's hard to accept, but you have to.. You need to." Her voice was hoarse, probably from exhaustion.

Fragments of broken glass scattered around the room. The pole that hung an intravenous solution connected to my arm stumbled on the floor. The curtains were ripped out of the rod. "No!" I screamed to the top of my lungs, causing me to cough a little but I quickly recovered. "No!" I screamed again, but this time no voice was heard. I was screaming internally.

Tears subsequently streamed, practically staining my already wet cheeks. Someone grabbed me while I was lying helplessly on the floor and I felt a sharp stinging pain in my shoulder.

I drifted off to sleep.

...

Wearing the most elegant smile in the world, I walked in the aisle splattering white roses along the red carpet. With the sound of Mendelssohn's wedding march, I walked in rythym.

Inches away from the most handsome groom in the world, I kissed him in the air and he waved at me. Impatiently waiting for her bride.

He gave me the warmest smile I could ever see.

Slowly, I came to reach the altar.

My breathing turned into heavy pants. I felt the hammering thud of my heart, beating to its maximum blow that it was ready to come out off my chest. I was sweating profusely, my palms were getting wet. My body froze and my feet went numb, unable to make any single move.

I wasn't disappointed because my groom was still there.

Only he was lying soundlessly on a casket.

...

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