He has never for once believed it. He is a great surgeon who believes in facts… no ghost story or some sort… just visible facts. But now, he wasn't so sure what he believed anymore as he let out a deep breath, drowning himself in his surroundings.
John sat with his legs crossed while he looked at the busy people going and coming through the glass in the restaurant in which he sat. The sound of giggling made him turn his head to see what was happening. And right at that moment, he saw a man on his knees ready to propose, and the young girl with a very big smile ready to accept.
The scene before him made his heart yearn before anger surfaced for the known pain that had taken over him since she left. He wished he could forget her, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't.
Biting gently on his lower lip, he looked at the happy couple with some sort of disgust.
“They are happy and…” sucking in a deep breath, he shakes his head, irritated by his thoughts, and it is all because of her.
Everywhere he goes speaks about her. Their love story started bizarrely. He wouldn't have thought he would fall in love after his last breakup. But, when he saw her at the hospital after ending an operation, he couldn't help the strange energy that surged through him and just like he was stuck with a magnet, he found himself introducing himself to her. At the end of their introduction, it turned out her Dad was the one he operated on.
The man with the tumor.
He tried to close off the strange feeling he felt when he met her, but his imagination has built different dreams of how they would live their life when they get married. It was insane. It was more like he was insanely in love with her, and he couldn't explain why. His ex surely didn't make him feel this way. No lady ever did so, why does she? There was no scientific fact to prepare him for how he feels.
… and for once in his life, John was scared. Scared of the answer she may give when he finally opens up on how he feels about. It was a struggle for him. A fight between his scientific mind and heart.
The heart won. It won the battle with love? He couldn't tell.
Fortunately, it turned out she felt the same way he did as she said yes with no doubt when he asked her out. It was like she had been waiting for him, too. Their love story began that day, and they did everything together. Went to places, got to know more about each other, spent time together, and did some crazy things together. Life was fun with her. She made him complete, and he surrendered his all to her.
"How can he ever forget someone like that?" He asked no one in particular.
He wished she hadn't ghosted him. He never knew why she did.
Chuckling deeply, he picked up the coffee on his table and sipped a little. Who was he kidding? He knew exactly why she left, though, he just couldn't understand why she hadn't relied on him.
Days after he proposed to her, her father died, and the night after his burial, she was gone. No calls, no messages, or even letters. He was left in disarray and didn't know who to run to. Her friends, who he knew, said they didn't know where she was, and he almost filed for a report on a missing person.
Life without her became a shamble, and nothing tasted well again. Everything was weird, and he closed himself off from people and focused mainly on his job except tonight. He had decided to visit her favorite place and even order her favorite Coffee just to be close to her. He needed to feel the close connection he felt whenever they came to the cafe. He wants to badly hear her giggle and see how the moon shone in her eyes. He wants to feel so much but… He held his chest tightly as tears stained his eyes.
"Are you okay?" He heard a voice ask, and he lifted his head to see who had cared enough to notice him.
"I am okay." He replied and tried to smile, but his smile dropped, seeing the familiar face he longed for very close to him.
"Is that you?" He asked the familiar stranger as his voice quivered. "Alice, is that…" he tried to call out, but a tap on his shoulder stopped him.
"Is everything okay, Sir?" The waiter asked.
"Where is she?" John asked.
"Where is who, sir?" The waiter replied.
"The lady that was here, where did she go?" He asked, standing on his feet.
"There's no one here with you, Sir. I noticed you talking to yourself, that's why I called your attention." The waiter replied.
"No, no, no, I wasn't talking to myself." He wanted to reply, but he swallowed his statement and sat down on the chair before picking up the cup of coffee and drowning its smell.
His eyes water as he gets to realize that she didn't ghost him as he thought, but she died too. But, why and when? He wondered bitterly.
Just then, a news report came on, and the name of the victim shattered him to pieces.
“No…no! This must be wrong!” he screamed, running out of the restaurant. He stopped a taxi, which took him to his destination.
With a heavy leg, John found himself walking with a heavy heart into the building he had spent all he days in after she left.
“John… John.” He heard someone say, but he was not interested in whoever it was.
“John.” The person called again holding him. “You can't go in now, please… she… she is gone.” The person.
Laughing maniacally, John pushed the person aside and ran toward the emergency unit in the hospital, and right there, he saw her pale skin on the hospital bed with blood stains on her.
“Her car was hit by a drunk driver, and she was rushed in but… she is…”
Whatever the person had to say, John had no interest in it as he rushed to her side, holding her familiar yet cold hands and trying CPR continuously on her.
“No, no, no! She can't be…” he whispered with tears streaming down his face like a dam broke free. But no matter how he tried, he knew deeply without anyone telling him that she was dead.
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