Dawn hid in her room. Unable to accept the fact that I was gone.
She buried herself in tears for the entire night. She did not have the slightest sense of hunger. Her dad knocked on her door but she had refused to open.
The very sight of seeing the lifeless form of me was etched in her mind.
She wept.
She stared at the room that was once filled with the laughters of both of us.
Now empty and quiet.
Leaving only her.
For almost a week she had been crying to sleep.
She would look at my clothes, hug and smell it. Hoping to get the otherwise familiar scent, but there was none.
A week of sorrow. How long would it be for her to recover from it?
The light from outside illuminated the voice recorder that was lying on the dressing table.
She moved slowly and took it, as she laid in the corner of the bed.
She took the earphones and plugged it to her ears.
She took a deep breath.
As her trembling fingers pressed the play button.
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*Heavy breathing*
Me:
By the time you have listened to this, I might have already been gone.
I’m sorry dear. I don’t mean to deceive you. But I do not want you to feel sad. I really love being by your side but I would never expect that ill be struck down with cancer and it’s already at the terminal stage. The doctor told me that I would have less than a month to live. Going on a treatment would not give a full recovery but it might help, but there was a risk. *Coughs*
I took the treatment. But I could never know that the after effects would be so drastic. I could not bear to see you in tears seeing the way that I am.
I’m sorry that I have lied to you.
I have so much to tell you. So much to tell you.
But fate just…(starts to weep)… like to make fun of me…
There was a long pause.
Promise me Dawn. Live for me. Live for your future.
And… for us.
*coughs. coughs*
Please call Wayne. He will let you know everything about me.
For me, it’s already the end of the road.
I will always be there for you when you need dear.
And I always will.
Dawn walked out of the room, and washed her face. She was vomiting.
It took her a while.
She took the phone and called Wayne.
The next morning, Wayne was there early to bring her through my will.
She gasped by the amount of assets that was left to her.
Wayne was very detailed as he went through everything.
Again there was another letter written by me to her.
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Dawn took the keys and opened the doors of my house. Everything was intact and my workplace was closed and locked.
She sat at the couch, taking a breather as she opened the envelope.
Me: Dear, again I can’t express the pain that you may be going through now but it’s with excruciating pain that I wrote this letter. I’m entrusting all my assets with you, forgive me for not telling you about my background, cause if I did, I was afraid you might not accept me from who I am. I lost my parents when I was young. And I had never fall in love with anyone but you. You gave me light when I was gloomy. And everything was good because of you.
How sweet would it be if I could dance the whole night with you? How nice would be if I could walk down the aisle holding your cold fingers?
But there would always be rain.
There would always be an end.
Live your life happily, with or without me.
Take a walk in the garden.
Take a walk through the visions of you. In each sculpture there would be stories. There would be memories.
Even when I’m gone, I would always be by your side.
I’m sorry that I mentioned that the sculptures are for an exhibit overseas.
They are in fact, carved for you.
Dawn’s vision started to blur as she walked slowly to the door, and turned the key. What stood before her immediately made her break down.
In the huge garden was the sculptures unveiled, with the pretty greenery that complimented the surroundings, with butterflies roaming freely.
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She saw the first sculpture of herself. Perhaps with a gentle smile. It must have been in a first glance.
There was an signature at the sculpture that was engraved: The first sight.
Dawn picked up the envelope, and opened up the waxed seal.
Me: The first and only girl of my dreams. Her smile, her gentleness. How I wished that I could get to know her. Know how she’s like. Know the way she lives and how would she be like being my girl. She is just so beautiful. But perhaps I would be just day dreaming.
“As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.” — Napoleon Bonaparte
Dawn walked and saw the second sculpture.
She was sitting on the ground as if she had lost her balance. But there were tears in her eyes.
“I met her” was the title of the sculpture.
Me: I met her. Finally. In the most uncommon place. She was looking the same. How I wished I could know her name. We met each other when she knocked onto me. And she fell to the ground. She stared angrily at me but I could see in her eyes that there was a sense of sadness. A sense of helplessness. I wished that I could be the one to mend it. To put back the hurt she had. To bring back the happiness she has and deserve to be.
‘The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love and be loved in return.’ -Unknown
Dawn touched the sculpture, as the drops of memories fell. She stayed at the sculpture for a while, letting the scenarios of our first encounter play.
She breathed deeply as she went on.
The third sculpture.
A close up sculpture of her smiling. The butterflies were roaming freely on this sculpture.
Happiness was the title.
Me: I saw the light in her eyes. Everything is over. She can now live her life freely as the birds, out of the enclosure, a paradise awaits. It has been a long journey. But I could assure her that it was the beginning of a fairytale. It has been the sweetest moment in my life too that I knew her name was Dawn. And despite her strong front, she has a fragile heart that I would be able to mend. A beautiful heart and a beautiful mind. It was a start of us being together and the most wonderful of my life.
“Love is begun by time, And time qualifies the spark and fire of it” - Shakespeare
Only the last sculpture was covered with a red velvet cloth.
And there was the letter with the word “Last”.
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Dawn picked up the last envelope.
She knew that this would shatter her to pieces. The last. And how would it be after she finish reading?
Me: How could she have known? How?
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.
I have cried every night about the remaining days I have left. Why is it such that I have to go through this? We have just been together? This pain is just too real. It hurts. It hurts. Why do you have to play this trick on me. Why me? Just like Romeo and Juliet, why does every love story needs to have a tragic ending?
In less than a month I will be saying goodbye. One that would never be back again. Why am I going through this?
I loved Dawn. I love everything about her and the times we have together. But I know there isn’t a future. I’m so tired. I really am. Why are the happy times ending so fast?
Perhaps this would be the last piece that I will be doing and able to do.
The final piece that reflects all of how I feel towards you. Perhaps it may be a selfish act to lie to you but I do not want you to see the way I am. For I would stay by your decision. I love you Dawn. And I would be behind your decision.
She took off the velvet cloth and there was a delicate sculpture of her hand with every single detail. She smiled at how much detail he had placed on it. And on her fingers was a ring.
She gasped as tears rolled down.
It was my final question.
Dawn took off the ring and wore it on her left finger.
She smiled as she raised her hands in the air.
As she whispered while she rubbed her tummy.
Dawn: I do. Together with our little one.
The end.
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