Sandy: A Short Story

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There is always a person that we will never forget; that person made something significant that makes him or her unforgettable. Let me tell you about the person whom I will never forget. Her name is Sandra Bella, but I call her Sandy. She came into my life when the universe that I consider beautiful suddenly collapsed and lost in oblivion. Sandy tried to rebuild my world. Yes, she picked up the remaining pieces of me. She loved me with all of her, loved me like all the love in the world was bestowed on me. But life has its whirlwinds....

Let us first have a glimpse of my life.

I was in cloud nine when my girlfriend said yes to my proposal. Of course, every man would be very happy with that. I informed my family and relatives that I will be married. I even told my friends about this great news. I have contacted the best people to help me plan this wedding. Everything is being planned... until there's a sudden turn of events. My fiancée backed out, she said that she cannot do it. And she left me. I asked her parents why, but neither of them can tell. For the first time in my life, my heart broke. My fiancée leaving me out of the blue without telling the real reason made me devastated. I never experienced this kind of pain. Day and night, I cry. I cry until I fell asleep. I cannot accept that she walked out of my life just like that, without any reason. I spend my nights with the companionship of vodka and whiskey. I know it will only be temporary, but I let myself drown in alcohol. I cannot forget her because she made it hard for me.


It was raining. I went outside. Maybe the sky sympathizes with me. As I am standing there, I let myself soak with the tears of heaven. I believe they know what I'm going through. I stand there and feel every raindrop that lands on my skin. Then there's this lady who went near me.

"Excuse me mister, would you mind going home? You're already drenched."

I do not know why this lady came and interrupted my train of thoughts. I asked her to leave me alone since I do not know her, but she's insistent. She covered me with her umbrella and pulled me towards a huge tree.

"Mister, where do you live?" She asked. "I don't mind accompanying you home."

I did not answer. I told her that I want to stay in the rain. Instead of leaving me, she dragged me to somewhere unknown. Maybe it's her home. She offered me a towel and gave me a cup of tea.

"It's not allowed to be sick nowadays, medications and hospitalizations are expensive."

I pretended not to hear her. This lady keeps on talking even though I'm not answering.

"Hey mister, are you hungry? Do you want me to prepare you a meal?"

Still, I do not respond. Her reaction seems to be pissed but there's a look of concern in her face.

"Mister, I keep on asking but you never answered a single question. Do you want to leave?"

I nodded. Arguing with a stranger is socially unacceptable to me. She accompanied me outside then I notice that her place is near mine. This lady is my neighbor, but I never knew her.


I was at work and trying to see things in a new perspective. I should be optimistic. I may not know why she left but I better keep going. A part of me died yet my life continues.

My boss gathered us together. Maybe it's a short meeting. He introduced a new employee to us. He said that her name is Sandra Bella. She got a beautiful name and I think 'Sandy' suits as her nickname. Sandy shook everyone's hand. When it's my turn, she's surprised like I'm an old friend whom she saw decades ago.

"Hey mister, it's good to see you fine now." She said.

Now I know why she's surprised, she is the lady who pulled me out of the rain. I'm not able to recognize her. Her hair was tied in a bun back then, and she seems different from the lady I'm facing now. She's wearing makeup and dressed in a smart casual outfit. She looks sharp by the way she appears. She's beautiful and her smile is perfect, better than those of the commercial models. Her hand is soft; I'd never touched a skin like this before. Indeed, it was nice meeting her this way.

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