Clara left me forever. She's dead. I killed her. I'm a murderer. My eyes flashbacked to the night she had gone. To be honest I abandoned her. Just a small argument destroyed my life. I lost my job. So I was completely obsessed about it, I was drunk. Clara said –
“ It's okey. Man! You'll find a new job!”
“ It's not okey! Nothing is okey! ”
I can't remember exactly what I had said to her. But my memory reminds me of the last words I had said –
“ You may leave”
She took my words seriously, packed her bag and baggage and made me alone forever. The next day a phone call came from police station. The summary of their bitter unforgettable words are, Clara is no more. She has died in an accident and her body is totally destroyed. Police identified her by the address within her purse. Wasn't her leaving enough for me? Why the heck she had to die!!! It's been two weeks. Still every second her memories hurt me like hell. I couldn't help running to her! I've to say sorry!!!
I came to the graveyard. It was cold outside and there was a creepy environment. I sad down beside her grave. The twilight was making her grave more beautiful. I took the letter I've written for Clara and.... the red rose. I cried and cried –
“ I'm so sorry Clara! I know I'm such a bad husband, a bad human, a loser. Please forgive me if you can. Tell me which star are you! I'll be begging for forgiveness to the star every night. But you should give me one more chance!” The cold breeze torn my roses. Every petals were separated like Clara and me. Suddenly I turned my head and saw something which can be the worst or the best scene of my whole life.
To be continued......
© Adine