IN TIME
(A Bromantic Story)
(To my readers and to some authors there, bear with me 'cause I'm just a newbie here in wattpad. Hoping to have some comments (and some sort of personal connections with you - I mean the friendship or fellow writer sort of relationship) from yours. Cheers!)
PROLOGUE
I was sitting on a wooden bench besides an old tree and the sunrays danced with the leaves creating scattered and disturbed prism through the spaces among the leaves. It somehow gave warmth hope that everything would be better and the entire wound would somehow heal.
I felt two arms wrapping my belly that gave a tickling feeling. I looked at him as if he was the most beautiful creation God had ever made. Well, he was, for me. I remembered how we used to play here since childhood days. The feelings were still the same but not the happiness? I don't know.
I looked at the direction where the sun rose. It was perfect. I suppose.
"I love you," he whispered to my ears.
The next I knew was tears were running down through my cheeks. I was overwhelmed by the beautiful scenery that captivated the moment we had. I know that those three words would be the sweetest and the ...... most heartbreaking.
***
"Thank you" were the last two words I heard from him. I tried not to cry because I have to be strong and accept the fact the he will be leaving soon during that moment.
Maybe love is just for a minute.
Maybe love is just for an hour or days or months.
Maybe love is not forever or maybe, forever.
Maybe love is in the wrong timing.
Maybe love is in the wrong hallway, or the wrong garden, or the wrong city.
Maybe love is just until now and there will be none tomorrow.
Love has so many versions and this is mine. Ours.
After he said thank you, I lost my every strength I collected and just let my tears flowed after hearing his deep breath. His last deep breath.
I felt his hands getting cold. I felt his pulse turning slow until everything that he was turned lifeless.
How will you wake up every coming tomorrow when you have no reason to?
How will you continue life when your life had already ended?
He died while I was hugging him and it killed me to see him closing his eyes before me. Closing his eyes ..... forever.
This is our story. You already know that he died. You just know the ending but not the story yet. And this is not yet the end.
