The chances that I have are limited, short and it is...sad. The last one before you're gone—for good. Fresh moment that I remember, the video call—I am smiling widely like nothing happens. Just to make sure that you are in great condition as you're so ready and determined to face the future that you've choose to go through. "To a better future," you said. Time flies too fast, we look at each other like we're not going to meet anymore, it is...sad. The atmosphere—calm, mostly it feels like the weather is comforting me. I smile again.
But, deep inside, I am weak. The future might be beautiful but to go through, it might be scary.
"Don't leave me..."
"I'm sorry, love..."
Ah, I hate hearing that. The fact that he is apologizing for the past few days. It is scaring me.
The messages...I am speechless. I couldn't reply to it.
"I need you to support me, my love. I am deeply sorry. For leaving you alone and for asking you to wait. I know it is going to be hard. But I also know this great woman would be strong enough to go through all of this. You might cry, you might scream out loud, looking at our pictures and the memories that we've created...I know you, but you can. My love can do this, right?"
All the clouds in me are raining 🌧
More messages—reminders from him; simple and lovely.
"I will be back, that's my promise. So I need you to wait for me."
"It is time for me to go..."
There's no more way to stop him.
and here, I'll be waiting for you.
"One piece of film, I will remember you as warm spring."