dans une autre vie

Prologue

Prologue

How could you forget one great love when it's the perfect thing that happened to your life? How could you ever not think about that specific person who becomes your happiness and tainted a somewhat meaning to the bland love you never knew before? How could you ever forget the person you love the most?

It is cruel to think that every person has their own one great love in their lifetime but not all meant to be with their great love, some are just mere presence to make you feel worthy of any love and some are the one who stays because they already found the person they love they never knew they will ever be met.

Fate indeed, though it only exists merely to know each other and then left afterward.

As before the rooster crow in the morning, he opens up his eyes and gets up from the bed. Though he couldn't move quickly as much as before, he still could fix his bed neatly and perfectly before heading to the bathroom and do his usual morning routine. Fifteen minutes, he left the bathroom and succumb by the darkness of the hallways outside the rooms. He made his way to search for the light switch on the wall to give lightness over the room.

He made his way to the kitchen and made his black coffee. He started to pour water on the heater and not that long he pours it into his cup and put some coffee, honey and stir it until he finds his way to the chair on the porch of their house.

The sun's still not shown, he's seeing the dawn sky and freezing wind that in this condition, his companion—his black coffee that makes him feel good and relax. He leaned his back on the wooden chair and took a deep breath contemplating all the things that happened over the years.

He smiled, I've come a long way... he thought in his head and took another sip of coffee. He put it back into the small glass table beside him and put both his hands on his chest and close his eyes. I've missed everything... he thought that made him fall back asleep.

While he's still asleep, he could hear murmurs around him.

"Oh, no, Papi..." a girl said with a crack voice and follows with a sob.

And then the next, he heard a few of them sobbing until he got irritated and woke up as he saw them crying over their red eyes. His daughter, wife, and his little granddaughter couldn't help but feel sad and lonely to what they're seeing but not when he got up.

"Papi!" his granddaughter shouted as his wife and daughter alarmed by his condition. The little one immediately escape from her mother's arms and run to him and hugged him tight, "you're okay..." she mumbled.

He laughed, a little confused, "of course, I'm okay... what are you talking about?" he asked but as when he looks up to his wife and daughter, he already knows what it means. He laughed leaving hugs from his granddaughter and shook his head, couldn't help but smile. "You worry too much about me..." he joked.

"Papa! Stop!" his daughter and immediately hugged him. "Never do that again." She said, like lecturing her father.

"What did I do?" he asked, "I'm just sleeping here..."

"That doesn't look like you were" she said and lose her hugged from him. "We really thought—you know what, I won't continue—"

"That I'm dead?" he smirks.

His daughter glared to him, "not funny dad."

He chuckles and when he looks back straight to where the sun will show up, his shoulder fell in disappointment, "oh, bullocks! I missed the sunrise."