Everyday is Unmatched, Unique and a Beauty

Just a Day? V

"What a joke! You believe in these things? " Nicolas laughed at Belle as they sat on the beachside.

"Hey! Don't say it like that. It's NASA who is giving the information. I am just a spectator of ths news." Belle said.

It wasn't long enough that they had walked up to the beachside when they decided to take a break there. They were talking about random stuff when they finally stopped at the meteor topic that was being telecasted in the morning.

"It won't fall. The chance is one in a million." Nicolas said.

"I know the probability is way too small but still." Belle shrugged making Nicolas laugh.

"Ok, tell me if this is the last day of your life, then what would you like to do?" Nicolas asked.

"Um…Actually, I would like to complete my novel. I want to give it a satisfying ending. Too bad, no one would be able to read it." Belle said.

"Aw…Don't worry, atleast I would like to know." Nicolas said.

"And, I want to read the Dreamcatcher too. I have been fiddling with that book for some time now, but I haven't got any chane to complete it." She continued.

"Atleast I have completed reading it. Wanna know the plot?" Nicolas suggested.

"Nope. No spoilers!" Belle answered hoping to stop him.

"Okay."

"So, what do you want to do, if today would be the last day of your life?" Belle asked.

"You see, there's a girl in my neighborhood and I have liked her for some…"

"Stop. Stop right there. Your present girlfriend is sitting in front of you, so you have to be loyal to me even if it's just a day." Belle abruptly broke in his dialogue.

"Cool down. I was just messing with you. I have no one like that. But there is a little problem with my heart." He said.

"You are joking, aren't you?"

"Nope. There is a problem with my heart and it needs a surgery." Nicolas said making the atmosphere a little heavy.

"I have ninety percent chance that I will survive the surgery. Though it may be risky, I want to give a try." He said.

"Hey, don't say like that. You still have ninety percent of the chance. Look at the bright side…you won't die." Belle argued.

"Hah! You are so optimistic. When it come to the meteor, you want that one percent to come true while about my surgery who plead it to the ninety percent!" Nicolas said. "What is it that makes you want for the one percent to come true?"

Belle was shocked. She gulped the lump in her throat and pressed her knees close to her chest. She stared quietly at the vast sea in front. The waves roaring and crashing on the shore.

Should she tell him about her problems? What will he think of her? Is she too selfish? What about her mamma? How would she face her when she would let the cat out of teh bag?

She was taken by surprise when her phone rang. Her heart had taken quite a pace and her eyes had widened in reflex as if she saw a ghost. She realised it was her phone.

She opened her bag and took out her phone. It was her mamma calling.

"Yes mamma," She said after receiving the call.

"Belle, when are you planning to come home? Did the firm not let you go yet?" Her mother asked in a neutral tone.

"I have to over work today. I will be late to home." She said as her voice turned cold and robotic.