Me & You: Between Life And Death (COMPLETE)

Chapter 47

"I love you, Betryle. So please don't say those words again," I cried as I held her face.

I will not reach the point of my life where I'll get to use with all of this. Never. Never in my life can I gasp the image of her, standing between life and death. All by herself? No. Never. I can't let her be alone. If I could just gave her my strength, I would willingly give it to her. If she's in pain, I will share with it. If she's alone, I'll be with her. I will do everything I can to help her.

Our foreheads and nose bridges were touching as she closed her eyes. After a second, I folded mine too. I felt her grip around my shoulder as I tightened my embrace around her waist.

Lord, you know the desire of my heart. Since then, you perfectly knows every single breath I take. You know when I rise up and sit down. You know the number of my hairs. You know everything about me. Please, Lord. She's already healed by your grace and I believe that this isn't her tumor. Hindi na babalik ang sakit niya. Hindi na kailanman.

She parted her face a little from mine without unclasping her hands around me and stated, "I don't want to tell anyone about my sickness because I dont want to put my burden upon their... your shoulders." She stopped as she burst out crying, covering her mouth to silenced the sobs she make.

I vigorously closed my eyes and scrunched my nose and breathe heavily.

I opened my eyes, looked down and watch the every drop of my tears from my eyes fell on her blanket.

"I'm not just anyone, love. And you're not just anyone to me. As much as I wanted to understand you, hiding all of this all by yourself really makes me sick. I hate it. I hate it because you don't have to face it alone. I'm here. We're here. Since then, I didn't want you to face life and death solely. If you're standing in between, I'll stand with you. If you'll die, I'll die first. I would doubtlessly give my life for you. But how can I do that if you always keep these things from me? How can I sleep well at night kakaisip if you're still breathing?"

I didn't know how I managed to dig those words out from my heart. Hindi ko pinlanong sabihin lahat ng 'yon pero nasabi ko.

She held my face and wiped my tears through her thumb.

"I'm sorry, love but, my life is not yours to take. It's not according to your will. We'll all die. We'll all gonna reach our end."

"No. I mean, yes we will, but please, please fight for me. Have faith. Please, just for me."

"I'm saying this not because I doubt God's promises but because I trust it. I trust Him when he said that there will be no more pain, no more tears and no more sufferings up there. I'm not sure when will I be there but the sooner I accept that, the longer I live."

Her cognac eyes weren't filled with timidity but hope. I don't know. I can't understand her. I felt like she already accepted her death sentence and living accordingly with it.

She ran her thumb on the corner of my lips and traced my tears. I stared at her, staring at my lips. I moved closely to her face but I held back myself once more without taking off my eyes off her. I'm not sure if this is the right time to do it.

She tightened his grip as I drawn my face closed to her, one inch apart. I watched her slowly closed her eyes as I finally gently landed my lips against her. This wasn't the kiss I imagined but this is more perfect compared to it. My heart was beating like a drum rolling for welcome. Her lips is so sweet and soft. How many times I stopped myself from kissing her and now there was no turning back. It was happening. Our first tender love and sweet kiss. The first passionate one I shared with her.

We parted our lips and smiled at each other. "I'm yours," she hinted and laughed.

It snapped me back when we were in Afghanistan and she badly wanted me to kiss her but I refused, instead I told her, "Not until you're mine."