Swiftly Away
"We're not looking away; we're just looking forward for our future." he said while his fingers running through mine before he held it. It's perfect; the gap between my fingers complement well with his.
"So you're not mad?" I asked while tears running through my cheeks; shakily terrified of what next.
"I'm not mad. I'm here for you remember; not matter what, I'll be here. Yes, might be I'll give you a silent treatment upon how you call me names, on how you scream like you're the victim every single time; and not to forget; always spinning things like it is my fault in the first place." as he smile looking me deeply through my eyes.
I know for a fact that he love to look at me every time he speaks; that shimmer in his eyes while staring at me when I talk it's like a Christmas to him. Yet, I am always the one who always made him to put down his ego, neglecting him while he keep on cheering for me, encourage me, motivate me, guide me till where I am now.
"Are you sure? I'm sorry for all this time that I degraded you less than a man would be; and if I'm being given a chance, I would remedy it to be bitter so you won't feel nor taste it anymore." as I rush forward to held him in my arms.
I woke up.
I look all over.
It was dark. Total dark.
My heart pounded.
I grasp the first thing my hand felt; sheets.
I'm in my bed.
But it was real. It felt real. It looked real.
Suddenly it came to me; I attended his funeral hours ago.
And I look at the clock from my phone screen; 11:59 p.m .
12:00 a.m.
"We're not looking away; we're just looking forward for our future."
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