Ignored and Forgotten

Happy are those memories we had (or my memories with her). Happy is the face she has right now.

I look at her. She’s with her friends. They are laughing. She is laughing. She still laughs like it’s her last.

Maybe… maybe she had forgotten what happened the other day. Or maybe, it’s just me who still bleed because of that day.

We were together in the library.

“I love you Nicole…” I said. I regret saying this. I shouldn’t have said it had I known it will be the last.

She looked at me but she did not reply.

I leaned closer to her. “I love you Nicole,” I repeated.

Three years. I’ve been telling her I love her for three years.

“Kharl…” she whispered. Slowly, she continued,”…you know I never really loved you… right?”

I looked at her. She never said it before, but she she made sure I’d notice it.

“Yes..” I replied.

I look at her. She’s still laughing… but she’s now looking at me.

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I heard footsteps outside my room. Then, the door opened. I saw mom.
“Mom, I thought you left already?”
She smiled at me but said nothing. She walked to my bed. She hugged and kissed me. Just before she stood up, she whispered,”I love you baby.” Then, she walked out of my room.When the door closed, my phone rang. It was my dad. He was crying while saying, “… your mom and I had an accident. I survived, but your mom— she’s gone.”

The Grand Entrance

She’s coming… She is coming.

I’ve been reciting this many times in my head.

The doors of the church opened. I felt relieved.

She’s here!

People gasped. I checked.

She’s standing at the door, wearing her favorite jeans and shirt and holding my brother’s hand.

I gasped and ran out of the church.

Unexpected Response

“It’s over Katherine,” he whispered.

I looked at him, searching from his face any hint of smile, hoping he would say, “Just kidding!”

But no, his face was serious.

“Why?” I asked.

“I fell in love with my bestfriend. I think… I love… Jason… already.”

Silent Approach

I watch him sleep. I walk slowly towards him. His breathing is normal (the movements of his chest show). I am not afraid to do this anymore. I walk towards him, slowly… slowly. Three more steps and I’ll be beside his bed, just then… mother came inside the room. She screamed… I dropped the knife and ran.