...til death do us part...

…he got me out of bed… i wondered what he needed this time… i slipped on a pair of jeans and pulled out a blue jacket from my already messy closet… i slipped it over my white shirt and grabbed my white sneakers from under the bed.. quietly, i opened my window and slipped out of the house unheard… my phone beeped… another message from him… telling me this time to hurry… i replied that i was on my way… he still haven’t told me what was going on… but like the many times he asked me to see him in the late hours of the evening, i did not bother to get his explanation until i got there… i hailed a taxi and gave directions to where we would rendezvous… a few minutes later, i arrived at the place… he was waiting there for me… he was alone… wow… this is a first… usually he’d have his whole crew waiting out with him… this must really be important… i approached him… and as i got closer, i noticed how pale he seemed… i asked him what’s up… he smiled at me… pulled me close and hugged me… he looked at me again, his eyes searching mine… he smiled at me, then he kissed me like he never did before… it was a moment that i would always remember, this i told myself… afterall, he never was the sweetest guy i’ve dated… he seemed so different… i smiled and looked at him… i asked him again what was up… why did he seem so sweet to me all of a sudden… "did you wake me up in the middle of the night just to kiss me?" i joked… he said nothing and smiled back at me… he hugged me again as if he would never let me go… i felt worried this time… glad that he was being so sweet, but worried that something’s wrong… i did nothing… neither of us said anything… we lingered for what seemed like a long time… he sighed… held my face… then he said "i love you"… his lips touched my ears, he whispered… "but we can’t be together anymore… i’m sorry…" he moved away, looked at me again then walked past me… i watched him walking out of my life… with so many questions left unanswered… i woke up the next day… i must have been dreaming… then i looked at myself in the mirror… i was wearing a blue jacket, a pair of jeans and white sneakers… my face was streaked with tears… i didn’t know how i got home that night… only the memory of him walking away remained in my mind… i looked again at myself in the mirror… i can see the sadness in my eyes… the color drained from my cheeks… the blood on my wrists… i turned to my bed… and saw myself… lying… lifeless… i killed myself… then my phone rang… after a couple of rings, it took on the automatic answer mode… then on the other line was his bestfriend… "hi… it’s me… are u there? i had to call you… it’s important that you get here… i texted you last night to meet up with me but you didn’t come… something happened to him… a fight broke out in the club last night and he was shot… we got him to the hospital but he didn’t make it… but he asked me to tell you he loves you and he’s sorry you can’t be together anymore… i’m so sorry…"
…then a message flashed on my phone’s screen… "hi hon, let’s meet up… will wait for u…(^^,)"