His Wife [COMPLETED]

Ch.8 Last letter of the year

DEFINITION:
Last[adjective]: coming after all others in time or order; final.

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It was late around 3 in the morning. It was really dark outside and the only thing that was brightening the room was the one small light bulb that he turned on for reading the letters that his wife had left him.

He had finished a few letters already and he had already came to an end of 2011. There's one letter left on Christmas day which summed up the whole 2011.

Taking a deep breath, Josh unfolded the last letter of the year and started reading.

Dear Josh,

It's been a while now since we started dating. Perhaps four months and a half. It was a blast. I never had the time to write letters to you anymore because school had been really busy and so is our relationship.

It's a Christmas night. I was really thankful that you took time off from your family to spend your Christmas with me instead. Thank you for not leaving me alone this Christmas because I don't want to spend this Christmas alone at all.

Our relationship is blooming. I already graduate and right now I'm attending college and other than that everything seems to be normal.

I don't really have anything to say to be honest. I just wanna say I love you.

-Rose

Memories of that Christmas night came rushing back. They were the only one together. It was really fun. He remember her giving him a box full of cheese because 'he was too cheesy" at least that's what she said.

It's been a few days now since he's left the house. He hadn't visit his wife yet. He couldn't bring himself up to her. He couldn't bring himself up to see her lay on the hospital bed, unconscious.

There was a sudden knock on a door. Who is it? There's no one here in this house. Except himself. The front door was locked too.

He walked slowly to the door, preparing to punch whoever broke into his house. He swing the door opened, about to give them a punch.

A scream was heard. He stopped mid way and looked to see his sister covering her face with both of her hands, afraid that she would actually get a blue eye.

"Georgina?"

"Are you nuts? Don't you recognize your sister? It's obviously me duh. What you think there's another person with an exact same face as me?" She rolled her eyes, giving him that "duh" face.

"What are you doing here?" Josh signs.

"To see if you're dead" she squeezed her way into his room and gasp loudly.

"What in the name of Michelle Obama happen to your room?" She looked around, looking extremely disgusted.

"Come out and eat. You're going to die if you just live off alcohol. I'll asked my maid to clean up your room for you." She said as she turned around and started descending down the stair.

"What are you doing? Aren't you coming down?" She stopped midway turn around to stare at him.

"Foods are ready. Come down. Also your wife is unconscious in the hospital so get your shit together. We don't want another one in the hospital."

[To be Continue]