July 06, 2020
I lived life with the belief that if you don't expect much from the world it won't disappoint you, and for a while I was right. And then I met Dexter. There was something about him the way he's colored green eyes would stare into mine that completely erased every drop of cynicism I had.
“Sweetie, get up.” He whispered in my ear his face lighting up as I looked up at him.
“It's still too early,” I whined, begging him to allow me five more minutes of sleep.
“I have to get to work, sweetie.” He kissed my cheek gently before getting up.
Dexter had never been a rich man, but his love was more wealthy than I could ever imagine. He'd fill my head with his superstitious stories of reincarnation. Every single night he'd whisper in my ear that we'd be together for all of eternity and he would always come back for me. Being a Christian I'd laugh at his silliness and roll my eyes.
“Bye. Have fun at work.” I answered he responded with a quick snort.
I ripped myself out of bed and took a shower.
“One missed call.” The phone chirped at me. I checked my voicemail just in case, one new voicemail.
“Hello? Wayne Foster? The fiancé of Dexter Hemsworth? I regret to inform you he died in a car crash, please call if you need anything.” I stood dumbfounded as I stared at the screen.
Is Dexter dead? This must be some sort of mix up, this can't be possible. I'm dreaming.
No. I'm not dreaming. Tears ran down my face as I absorbed the information. How could the world take him away from me? My tears turned into full-on ugly sobbing.
Three Months Later
My heart still throbs on occasion. It still hurts. Seeing the color of tropical pictures doesn't help either, the odd teal of the sea only reminds me of him. I glance at the trees surrounding me in the small park. Geese swarm the lake as an elderly woman throws what seems like pounds of bread into the dark water. I hardly notice as a young man sits down next to me.
“Lovely day to be at the park isn't it?” He states, I turn towards him.
The first thing I notice is the particular shade of green of his iris.
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Just One Shot
SonstigesJust a collection of my random short stories. Disclaimer: I used three different languages in every chapter. English, Tagalog, and Bisaya languages. There are times I used them all in one story so beware of words that you can't understand well.
