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Ch. 1: The lose

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It's been three years since the man of my dreams died in an accident near our neighborhood. I never expected it to happen to him that early. He was still young and lovable. We were envied by everyone. No one could separate us.

Until fate played games on us. It ruined our relationship, our future, my whole being. I felt guilty of what happened. What if I didn't agree on our plan that night? what if I told him that we shouldn't spend the night together? what if I didn't came into his life?

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It was a cold evening of December 24th when Lance and I planned to spend Christmas eve together. He told me that we'll meet by the seashore where we used to spend our happy moments together.

"6pm, same place. okay?" i confirmed it to him.

"Yeah, i don't have my motorbike now, it's still at the repair shop, we'll just ride on a-"

"No, it's ok. I'll go by myself, i dont want you to spend your money. you are saving for your tuition fee for next semester right?" I reminded him. he took a moment to say anything.

"are you sure?" He asked, looking worried.

"yeah, don't worry. I'll be good" I smiled and hugged him.

Lance is my boyfriend. He's charming with a great sense of humor and has a gentle heart. He's an orphan, his father left him when he was at the age of eight, after five years, his mother died of a heart attack. He's a working student. He raised himself with his own sweat, that's why i admired him.

I pampered myself to look good in front of him. I put on some foundation and tinted my cheeks with a rosy pink blush-on. I used a nude glow lipstick to show a natural look. I brushed my hair and clipped my fringe to show my face. 'all set'. I was about to wear my crimson red sweater when I heard a loud screeching sound on our neighborhood. I ran downstairs to asked what happened.

"Mom, what was that?" I asked. Trying to catch some breath

"Someone met an accident, i don't know who was it but an old woman passed by our house and said it was a boy who rode a motorbike" Mom explained. a boy? a motorbike? could it be him? no way...

I ran as fast as I could to check if it's really him. 'it couldn't be him' was echoing throughout my mind. dumbfounded, it was.. HIM.

"no way.." I was in great shock. Why him? Why us? Why now?

"are you in a relation of him, a family, or a friend?" the policewoman asked. It took time for me to respond. I can't say a word. She then tapped my shoulder. "relax miss, we found this on his pocket. I think it's for you" she handed a small box. I opened it and saw a necklace. My eyes got teary. I dont know what to feel at that moment. It seemed that at that time, everything stood still between us. I ran towards his cold, dead body. I felt so sad, like my heart's going to explode into pieces. I held his hands. It was so cold. His heartbeat, nothing. His face was pale as well as his lips. Those tender lips. I found myself weeping on his arms. I wish I died along with him. I really wish I was.

At the day of his funeral, everyone wept. His friends, His co-workers. Everyone can't accept his death, he was a noble man, pure at heart. And there I was, standing beside his coffin. I was staring at him. He looked like he was just sleeping. I couldn't cry hard enough. My mourning and weeping, all of it, he can't hear it anymore. All I wish is a miracle, but in reality, in this imperfect world, it's impossible. All I want now is that, my words of love will reach him, even if he's unreachable.