tiararossa
09-18-2010, 06:10 PM
I read what was written and
when I looked up, she was gone.
The following day, Christmas, I
woke up early and excitedly
readied myself,thinking of her. I
hurriedly went to flower shop
and bought a dozen pink roses -
for Mikaella.
They lived in an exclusive
subdivision.
Upon reaching their house, I told
the guard who I was and that I
was looking for Mikaella.
The guard stared at me, sadness
and amazement in his eyes and
told me to wait as he called the
owner of the house. As I looked
at him while he was going inside
the house, only then I noticed
that the house was brightly lit.
A woman went out and walked
towards me, smiling sadly.
"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's
mother. Please come inside,
Julius." While we were walking
towards the mansion, she
explained to me why she knew
me very well - Mikaella had
always been talking about her
friend, Julius. I hardly
understood what she was saying.
I was busy thinking why
Mikaella's mother was crying
while talking to me.
As we came near the great hall
of the house, it dawned on me
that there was a wake inside,
Maybe, a relative passed away, I
thought. But deep in my heart, I
was trembling and afraid.
As we entered the hall where so
many people were silently
mourning while others were
praying, shaking, I asked her
mother. "Where is Mikaella?"
She held my hand and silently,
led me to the coffin which was
surrounded by flowers - pink
roses, nothing but pinkroses.
No words could explain how I
felt when I gazed at the coffin
and saw who was lying there.
The same beautiful girl I met...
A man came beside me, I knew
he was Mika's father.
"We are so glad you came,
Julius. Mika talked of you all the
time. She even asked that her
phone be buried with her.
She said that in that way, you
could still send her messages
and you would always be with
her."
I couldn't believe everything...
My mind was in limbo.
"But how can this be? We just
saw each other yesterday."
"That can't possibly be. She
passed away three days ago. She
had been suffering from a heart
disease since she was a child,"
said her father.
"But..." I couldn't find the words
to say.
"She told us not to bother
reaching you, "her mother said,
still in tears," she said you will
come, and here you are.
Pain and bitterness overwhelmed
me. I cried silently beside her,
staring at her lovely face,
memorizing every line of my
friend's face, a face I knew I
would never forget while I was
still alive.
After the internment that
afternoon, I went to the chapel
she had
told me she went everyday.
Sitting there praying and crying
to God, I held my phone and
typed: "U taught me how 2 care;
u taught me how 2 b kind; u
shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd
me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing
didnt teach me & it hurts mor -
u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I
LOVE YOU"
I sent the message, and though I
knew she wouldn't be able to
hold her CP again, I knew in my
heart she would get my message.
I never expected a reply, yet as
my phone beeped again,felt a
shiver down my spine. The
sender's number did not appear
on the screen, and tears rolled
down my cheeks as I read the
message.
"Let go of d hand of d person u
love, but dont let go of God's
hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He
may b holding d person u love n
d ader hand 2 let u hold each
other again."
"I will never forget you, Mikaella
and will never let go..." I vowed
to her and to myself as I left the
chapel.
when I looked up, she was gone.
The following day, Christmas, I
woke up early and excitedly
readied myself,thinking of her. I
hurriedly went to flower shop
and bought a dozen pink roses -
for Mikaella.
They lived in an exclusive
subdivision.
Upon reaching their house, I told
the guard who I was and that I
was looking for Mikaella.
The guard stared at me, sadness
and amazement in his eyes and
told me to wait as he called the
owner of the house. As I looked
at him while he was going inside
the house, only then I noticed
that the house was brightly lit.
A woman went out and walked
towards me, smiling sadly.
"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's
mother. Please come inside,
Julius." While we were walking
towards the mansion, she
explained to me why she knew
me very well - Mikaella had
always been talking about her
friend, Julius. I hardly
understood what she was saying.
I was busy thinking why
Mikaella's mother was crying
while talking to me.
As we came near the great hall
of the house, it dawned on me
that there was a wake inside,
Maybe, a relative passed away, I
thought. But deep in my heart, I
was trembling and afraid.
As we entered the hall where so
many people were silently
mourning while others were
praying, shaking, I asked her
mother. "Where is Mikaella?"
She held my hand and silently,
led me to the coffin which was
surrounded by flowers - pink
roses, nothing but pinkroses.
No words could explain how I
felt when I gazed at the coffin
and saw who was lying there.
The same beautiful girl I met...
A man came beside me, I knew
he was Mika's father.
"We are so glad you came,
Julius. Mika talked of you all the
time. She even asked that her
phone be buried with her.
She said that in that way, you
could still send her messages
and you would always be with
her."
I couldn't believe everything...
My mind was in limbo.
"But how can this be? We just
saw each other yesterday."
"That can't possibly be. She
passed away three days ago. She
had been suffering from a heart
disease since she was a child,"
said her father.
"But..." I couldn't find the words
to say.
"She told us not to bother
reaching you, "her mother said,
still in tears," she said you will
come, and here you are.
Pain and bitterness overwhelmed
me. I cried silently beside her,
staring at her lovely face,
memorizing every line of my
friend's face, a face I knew I
would never forget while I was
still alive.
After the internment that
afternoon, I went to the chapel
she had
told me she went everyday.
Sitting there praying and crying
to God, I held my phone and
typed: "U taught me how 2 care;
u taught me how 2 b kind; u
shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd
me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing
didnt teach me & it hurts mor -
u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I
LOVE YOU"
I sent the message, and though I
knew she wouldn't be able to
hold her CP again, I knew in my
heart she would get my message.
I never expected a reply, yet as
my phone beeped again,felt a
shiver down my spine. The
sender's number did not appear
on the screen, and tears rolled
down my cheeks as I read the
message.
"Let go of d hand of d person u
love, but dont let go of God's
hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He
may b holding d person u love n
d ader hand 2 let u hold each
other again."
"I will never forget you, Mikaella
and will never let go..." I vowed
to her and to myself as I left the
chapel.