I stood next to my mother's grave. It's been a year now since she died. I looked at the dark gray sky with teary eyes but tried my best to hold it back. When I looked at my right side of my mother's grave, there was nothing there but grasses and dirt. But when I looked at my left side, there was another grave with nothing engraved on it. So I couldn't tell whose tomb it was.
But I ignored it away and walk my way to Mark, my boyfriend since we were freshmen, my love of my life. He just told me that he would be leaving for States the next day. I tried to stop him but he had no choice. He had to follow his parents' wish. I lost hope when his mom was the one who told me that there was nothing I could do. Mark grabbed my waist and hugged me tight and I hugged Him back. I felt the warmth of his body and his deep love for me.
"Shella, I'll always love you. No matter where I'll be. Always remember that, Ok?"
I just nodded at him as my tears rolled down. I guess there was really no hope anymore. But I have to try.
"Mark, please stay. Please don't go. I'll talk to your parents again. I might convince them."
But Mark didn't say a word. He just shrugged.
We climbed in the car, Mark held my hand as we drove our way back home. I was the one driving.
"Shella, after I leave, don't be sad. Be happy, Move on with your life."
Why is he talking as if he's not coming back anymore?
"Get yourself busy, it will help you move on. Get together with your friends just don't spend your time crying." He continued.
He's getting weird. Then, when I was about to turn right, the steering wheel was stucked! The brakes weren't working as well.
"Mark! Something was wrong with the Car!!"
He didn't answer. He just stared at me with sad eyes. There was no sign of panic in his eyes. But there was a moment to feel pity. I expect to die if he wouldn't do something! I looked at the road which was jammed with cars. Suddenly, everthing was in slow motion. I didn't know what to feel. It felt like as if everything was not real. Suddenly, there was a flash of light as a big cargo truck came our way. As it came closer to hitting us, I felt as if my heartbeat just stopped. Everything stopped!
The next thing I knew, I was awake lying in the hospital with my dad by my side. I tried to sit but I couldn't budge because my head hurt. I looked around the dull four-wall room as if I was investigating something.
"What happened dad?" I asked while rubbing my head.
"You fainted." He answered while pouring water on the cup.
"I fainted?! I did not faint! I was in a car crash. I lost control of the car. I was with Mark. Mark! Where is Mark?!" I asked.
My dad just leaned forward and hugged me tight. I knew this scene! I've had this scene before! Oh no! Dad just gave me a hug when I asked him where mom was the day she died! So if I wasn't in the car crash with Mark, what happened?!
"You fainted when I told you the news that Mark's plane heading to States crashed."
Tears just suddenly rolled down my cheeks. The Car crash was just a dream. It was a way of Mark to say goodbye to me. It was a way for him to tell me that he loves me. I just closed my eyes as tears quickly ran down my cheeks.
Three weeks later, here I am in fornt of Mark's grave next to my mother's. My hair brushed against my face as the cold wind let out a hard blow. I hugged tighter to my jacket as the wind blew harder. I closed my eyes for a second trying to feel Mark. And as I opened my eyes, there he was standing in front of me. He looked handsome and healthy. He was smiling at me as he walked closer to me. I couldn't help to be in tears. He touched my face, my lips, and gave me a gentle hug. It was a hug that wasn't warm but wasn't cold either. It was fine and sweet. And as he wiped my tears, a beam of light appeared and then he was gone. That was the last time I was going to see him. BUT IM HAPPY HE HUGGED ME FOR THE LAST TIME. :)
