She was in the kitchen making his favorite Jalapeno burger for him. She wanted it to be simple but beautiful. Small but loving. She wanted it to be special. She'd ordered the cake already. After cooking it took her about two hours to get ready... She'd always been indecisive and mostly relied upon him for all her matters. But today was different. As was the day when she had to say the final yes. A decision to become his soul-mate. She did not even think before saying yes. For the first time, her mind, her heart, her soul, her body all in unison said yes.
Today was different, it was special. It was a surprise. She wanted to look special for him. She took alot of time to decide what will she wear. He'd bought a dozen of expensive dresses for her, mostly of his favourite colours. She wore the peach one. She loved it's flares, it's long flowy design and the delicate work on it. When She was finally done with her hair, makeup and jewellery, she looked up in the mirror. She smiled. She looked beautiful. She knew. She picked up her sandals from her rack when she heard the door lock opening. She struggled, juggling between wearing her sandals and rushing downstairs. She wanted to be there, ready.
She wanted to be there for him, always....
He was mesmerized. She looked the most beautiful woman on earth. All he thought was, he was lucky she belonged to him. Surprised, he came forward. She laughed and stepped aside. his favorite cake was at the table. She sang him Happy Birthday and together they enjoyed the meal. Only the two of them. Though he did not eat much. He was always keen on his fitness.
"It was amazing, thank you". This was what he said, when they went to bed. She left her sentence in the middle "no nee..." He was already asleep. It may have been a busy day. She was very understanding.
Next morning, she was sipping coffee he'd made for both of them. She got up to bring the day's newspaper when a sudden pang bursted in her chest. She screamed and fell down, her hands on her chest. She was now unconscious.
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15 Days Later
Reports had arrived. It was cancer. Lung cancer. he'd been an avid smoker since his teenage. When his mother died he caught a bad company and started smoking. Once his dad caught him with his friends. He made him got rid of those friends but smoking could never go away. It was now a part of him. She'd been passive smoker. She inhaled the smoke and caught cancer. It was last stage. She was now in hospital.
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Few Days Later
'You know, when you're in tough times, not even God is with you.' He'd once said.
Now she was lying on her hospital bed, thinking if God was with her or not.
She was tired and weak. She looked exhausted, pale. Cancer had taken it's toll over her. Her beauty was now nowhere. Dark circles beneath her eyes, pale skin, weakness, that was all they could see in her now.
He came in. He was depressed. It looked like he did not sleep. She stretched her hand, longing. Even though it took energy, something that was now precious for her. He did not even look at her hand. He grabbed a chair and sat beside her bed. He'd stopped bringing flowers for her. She never complained.
"Look", he began " I know it's hard for you. You're in pain, but it's even harder for me. I have so many responsibilities and I've been ignoring them. My life is disturbed because of you. I can't concentrate on anything. I've not been able to attend any party with my friends. I've had to cut down on my gym hours because of you. It's hard and I'm suffering. My friends, my office, my work, my fitness everything is being ignored because I've to take care of you. I can't carry on with you. I've thought over it alot of times and I've decided. I can't... I can't do it any more. I hope you understand."
With those words he left. He was not even sorry. She could'nt even cry. She could not believe. Shock, pain, sorrow, misery, wretch, she did not know. The world had stopped. Everything stopped.
The door opened again. A familiar feminine figure appeared, it rushed towards her and hugged her tight. Only then she realised... It was her best friend who was reposted here in the city again. She held her hand. They did not exchange any word. They just looked at each other and cried. They understood each other so perfectly well.
Lying on the hospital bed, holding her best friend's hands, she shouted, "GOD is with me, you hear that?!! GOD IS WITH ME!!"
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Okay people... This was the first-ever story writing attempt of my life. I've never written any story before. I need your comments and appreciation and positive criticism and ways to improve it.
Over and Out with a promise to bring something good to you next time!
