Repercussions (Short story) [English]

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I lost my life after that incident. I am dead. I seldom sing in the bistro. I’m singing without emotion. I was killed by Zeke Peter Salazar. It was one month when it happened. I was about to go home when a girl called me. “Hello. Are you Zeke’s girlfriend?” I can see tears in her eyes. “No,” I declared. “Please come with me. Zeke needs you. He has a cancer, stage four. Anytime from now, he will pass away. He…loves you.” Her voice broke down at the last line. I felt my heart broke. “Where is he?” I asked. I’m panicking! She led me to Zeke’s room. I saw him lying in bed. He smiled weakly when he saw me. I can’t help but cry. Why Zeke? As I come near him I feel that a knife is killing me within. Why didn’t I trust him?

“Zeke.” I cried out. He’s so weak. He looked at me and smiled. “Lo-r-r-ra-ine. C-c-can y-you s-sing f-for m-m-me f-for t-the l-last t-time?” He said. “Shh. I will. You won’t die. I know. Don’t talk.” I said with my tears overflowing. “I-I’m s-sorry p-please f-f-forg-give m-me.” He said. “Hey! Stop. Don’t force yourself, Zeke!” I said. “L-lorraine. D-do y-you know t-the o-occasion today?” he asked. I thought about it. “H-happy a-anniversary L-lor. I l-l-love y-you,” His voice broke. He smiled a strong smile. He didn’t change after all. He’s still him, the one who smiles at me when we’re meeting and hugs me tight. “Happy anniversary, Zeke!” I said and kissed him in his forehead. I won’t force myself to stop talking because of the tears that keeps on falling from my eyes. He’s still smiling. “C-can y-you s-sing t-the s-song t-that I sang l-last time I admitted I l-love y-you?” he said. “Alright, Peter, just rest.” I plucked my Guitar and sang the song I’ll always love you.

“And I’ll always love you. Deep inside this heart of mine, I do, love you. And I’ll always need you. And if you ever change your mind I still, I will love you.” I’m crying every lyric I’m singing. I’m forcing my tears to stop but they won’t. “Zeke, the song ended. Smile, Zeke.” I said while crying. He holds my hand.  He kissed me on my cheeks. I miss the warmth of his embrace. I miss his hand holding mine. I miss his lips kissing my forehead. He’s holding my hand until his hold starts to loose. I felt my stomach wants to burst out. I called the Doctor and cried out. They came in with his family.  I burst out in tears when I saw the line in the monitor starts to be straight. “Zeke, come on! Wake up. We’ll have a happy family. We’ll have kids. We’ll be singing always and make the best blending ever. We’ll play instruments. Come on, Zeke. Wake up. I love you, so much.” But, the only thing the Doctor said is, “Time of death: 11:02 p.m.”