Short Stories - Flaritza

broken heart Syndrome part 2

Flaca felt light, almost as if she was floating she could feel her eyes closed and her mouth dry, slowly the girl opened her eyes squinting them as she saw a small room colored in bright white with a simple closed door it's handle plated in gold. The room had white benches coming out of it's own walls all around.

She looked downwards to see that she was wearing a white shirt, a pair of white slim jeans and a pair of Nike sneakers but she had 5 huge stains all over her clothes

"What's going on?"

She asks herself as she finds herself slowly walking towards one of the benches, her pace was slow, peaceful. She had no rush and her feet were taking her to a seat on the benches, across from her was another girl, not talking, not looking. She was wearing the same clothes but only had one stain. the woman was sitting on one of the benches across from her, her faced buried in her hands and she was deep in thought while her legs bounced up and down uncontrollably and effortlessly.

Flaca had a question of where they were burning at the tip of her tongue but her social anxiety and seeing how deep in thought the other person was she kept her mouth shut. Besides it was quiet, if a needle dropped you'd hear it so she assumed that they aren't allowed to talk to each other, but what was this? Is she dead? Of course she's dead she thought, her heart stopped beating the second the pain in her chest at the thought that the love of her life had died became unbearable, was this some afterlife prison? Is she going to hell for killing that person? WHAT ARE THE STAINS ON HER CLOTHES?

After a few minutes in silence Flaca finally spoke up not knowing what her next move should be

"Uhm, sorry to bother you but-"

Flaca starts but stops immediately with her eyes slowly opening wide and her lips parting in shock as she saw the person across from her lift their head up

"Mari?"

Flaca says her voice breaking as she saw the woman get up but mot move, her feet felt like they were glued to the white tile under them

"Fla, you're dead?"

Maritza asks taking 2 small steps towards her but stopping, almost as if she wasn't trusting herself with what she was seeing, she's been here for 4 months. Maybe her eyes are playing tricks on her.

"Yes! Just-just now oh my-"

Flaca says but ends up breaking mid sentence, she hid her face in her palms and held it as tears cascaded their way to her cheek.

Maritza slowly approached her and went down on her knees also crying silently, she gingerly held Flaca's head by cupping her cheeks and looked at it in awe, then slowly leaned and left a peck on her forehead.

"What happened?"

Maritza asks slowly removing Flaca's hands from hiding her best friend's crying face, Flaca took a sharp breathe and in one line she explained everything that happened, well besides the fact that she had fallen in love with her best friend

"I was missing you really badly when we got separated to the point I started seeing you, you were talking to me I could feel it if you touched me, then they told me that you've been dead for 4months and I just died. Literally"

Flaca explains quickly, Maritza let out a small sob

"You died cause of me?"

She says slowly taking Flaca's hands into her own and squeezing them after Flaca replied with "kind of" in the most innocent way possible

"I killed you"

She says looking at Flaca dead in the eye

"What? No Mari it was natural you didn't-"