Hai all, this is the final part of my story...since this is the last, then i decided to post it in all my blog...the private and this open blog (^^)...please comment on the story ok??
Hey beautiful,
I'm sorry i didn't tell you about this, i'm sorry i hid this from you, but please understand me...i did not wish for you to be hurt because of me and it's very very painful for me to see you hurt. That is why i decided not to tell you...
A week before...
Finally he was back. After spending a long time abroad working, now he was back. He smiled as he walked out of the airport, finally he can see her and be with her, and from this moment onward he will cherished the time they spent together and he promised himself to love her with all his heart and more if that was possible. So without wasting time, he waved for a taxi and gave the taxi driver the direction to her home.
All the time, along the way, he was grinning to himself, the happiness in his heart was too much to contain and of course his return home was a secret and a surprise for her. She still thought he was working abroad but somehow God is good and he was given leave earlier than he thought. He watched out of the window as the familiar neighbourhood began. Nothing had changed, well of course there was some changes but it was really just a minor changes and somehow he felt good that the place still look and felt the same before he left. As the taxi came close to her house, he opened his bag to take out his wallet to pay the taxi driver and at the same time, took out a very small dark blue box, his huge surprise for her. Just to make sure that the content of the box was still in the box, he opened the lid as the taxi stopped in front of her house. Great, he thought, and smile. The ring was still in the box. He closed the lid, put it inside his jacket pocket and paid the driver (who smile at him and wish him the best of luck) before he went out and stood in front of her house.
This is it, it's now or never...so slowly and confidently (even though his heart was racing inside of him), he walked toward the door and press the doorbell. It took a while before he heard soft footsteps and the door was opened. There she was standing in front of him, looking so beautiful than ever and from the expression on her face she was so shocked to see him. He smiled, and uttered his famous line he used with her, 'hey beautiful,'. That took her out of her shocked state and she jumped at him, hugging him tightly and uttering you're back again and again between the kisses.
A few days after...
He was in the bathroom, searching the counter for medicine. He knew he put it in the counter which also act as the bathroom mirror. As he searched, he heard her coming and before he could stop she was there at the door.
'Are you ok?' she asked, concerned. 'You don't look so well.."
'I'm fine beautiful,' he replied. 'I've had a headache, that's all,'
'But you look so pale, are you sure you're ok?'
No, i'm not. 'Yes, i'm fine' Slowly ignoring the pain in his head, his vision blur, he walked to her and hug her, kissed her on the forehead, pouring all the love he had for her, tell her he love her so much, before he was engulfed by intense pain and total darkness. The last he heard and felt was her voice filled with panic calling his name, and her tears as it fell on his face.
The next few days after...
When he opened his eyes, he was in the hospital bed. He felt so weak, so tired and a little lighter. But he ignored that all and slowly he turned to his left where he knew she will be. He could feel her hand on his, so warm and so soft. She was sleeping, her head lying on his shoulder, her face facing him as if waiting for him to wake up. She looked pale and tired, but still beautiful. Slowly he lifted his other hand and ran his finger slowly and lovingly on her face, then her beautiful, soft brown hair. He tried to talk, to whisper to her but somehow he can't, so with his finger still lingering on her face and hair, he spoke to her from his heart...although she can't hear him, he hope she will, he hope she felt it.
'Hey beautiful, I'm sorry i didn't tell you about this, i'm sorry i hid this from you, but please understand me...i did not wish you be hurt because of me and it's very very painful for me to see you hurt. That is why i decided not to tell you...
I'm sorry i put you through all this...i thought i have more time and that i can hold on much longer, but it seem that i was wrong, i'm sorry, please forgive me...please forgive me, my love...'
Slowly, tears ran down his face, he can no longer hold it, he was so sad, his heart crushed, the pain of separating from her was so intense and he knew he will be leaving her soon.
'...I love you, i love you so much that i plan to make you my wife but i have to stop myself, it pain me to do so but i have to do it. I'm worried about you, i don't know what would happened after i left you, but one thing i hope from you is that you will continue living even though i'm gone. I hope you'll be strong to continue on living...and i...i wish you happiness...'
He had to stop, he can't continue, it was hurting him too much, so he stopped, kissed her fore head and then let the tears out.
At exactly 12am on the same day, he breathe his last. That last moment before he died, he was holding her hand, both of her hand and they were looking at each other, his last message to her was 'goodbye beautiful, i love you', it was said without word but he knew she get it because she replied him by saying 'goodbye handsome, i love you too'
THE END
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