Abstract of Life

Death will not tear us apart

"When would you introduce your boyfriend to us?" My mother asked in the middle of our dinner.

A heartily smile appeared between my lips. Just the thought of my boyfriend meeting ny parents flutter my heart so much.

"Probably next week Mom. He can't wait to see you as well."

"Mmm, you two really look fond of each other. By the way, what's the name of your boyfriend?"

I smile before I answered.

"Ezekiel Arc Roswell."

Defeaning silence rose between the three of us. They immediately stop from eating and look at me with full horror.

"I-is this Ezekiel a s-son of Mr. Kiel and Ms. Ezra Roswell?" She asked with trembling lips.

My brows furrowed, confusion must be seen on my face.

"Y-yes he is. Is there any problem with that?"

Tuluyan ng nabitawan ni Papa ang hawak na kutsara, maging si Mama na kadalasang maingay sa hapag ay tumahimik. Coldbreeze suddenly brush upon my skin sending shivers down my spine.

They're acting weird and it's giving me so much creep!

"What's wrong with you two? You're creeping me out?" I said laughing trying to remove the ominuos atmosphere between the three of us.

Mom look at me with her blood shot eyes. Tears are now welling up in her eyes. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!

"Alexa, E-ezekiels already dead..."

Unti-unting nanlaki ang mata ko sa narinig, I can feel every fiber of me trembling in both fear and rage.

"Wh-what the hell are you talking about?! No! Hindi yan totoo, buhay si Ezekiel and he's my boyfriend!"

"Listen to us Alex! Ezekiel's already dead! He's your childhood bestfriend that died because of a disease!"

The happy atmosphere a while ago was gone. It was exchange by a looming and eerie aura.

I let out a deep sigh and momentarily close my eyes. I laugh before i speak.

"Please stop telling me a sick joke Mom, it ain't funny. Please stop!"

"WE'RE NOT JOKING ALEXA! HE'S ALREADY DEAD! ZEKIE'S ALREADY DEAD"

Chills covered my system. I look at them with full horror. The night was unusually cold. Kasabay ng malakas na paghamapas ng hangin ay ang marahas ng pag-galaw ng bintana. I don't know if my eyes is making fun of me but I saw Ezekiel's image behind the moving curtain. Tumatayo lahat ng balahibo ko sa katawan.

In the midst of defeaning silence, I felt a rough and cold hand caress my cheeks, a sinister voice whisper through my ears.

"Death will not tear us apart, Mi Amore..."