0 views
A Lover's Secret (part 2)
(continuation of Lover's Secret part 1
Please read the part 1 first and then come back for part 2)
We arrived in Calangute at five minutes to four p.m. with Kenneth's bike. He parked his bike at the allotted two-wheeler pay parking spot, and we had to walk the remainder of the way to the shore. Julianna said she'd be meeting us in front of BONO's Shack, which is on the left side of the beach entrance. We proceeded to walk barefoot on the sand with our slippers in hand. The soft sand felt good under the soles of my feet.
There's always something so beautiful about beaches. They just have such a serene and calming effect on an individual that I bet even if one decides to take a quick stroll on the beach, they will want to make it last longer by taking their own sweet time. The sound of waves crashing against the sand seems like a smooth, melodic tune with an underlying continuous rhythmic beat drumming within it. The sunset scene is just another highlight of the seashore's already spectacular qualities.
Bist and I walk in silence until we make it to BONO's Shack. We see Julianna sitting down on the sand, close enough for the waves to almost touch her toes. We slowly approach her and call out to her. She turns around to look at us, and I notice her eyes are red and puffy, which indicates to me that she was crying. She greets us back with a serious look on her face. The three of us sat down in silence at first, and a while later, Julianna tells us about Merylinn's death.
She explains that Merylinn perished two weeks ago in an awful accident in Mapusa on the evening of February 13th while returning home after shopping. The doctors tried their best to revive her, but her injuries were too grave for her to survive, and so, on the morning of February 14th, she succumbed to her injuries and died. Bist and I are at a loss for words, but nonetheless, offer our condolences to her. I noticed Julianna put up a strong front and was trying really hard not to break down, all the while she was telling us about Merylinn.
After calming herself down for a bit, she handed me a white envelope saying,
"She wrote this for you. In fact, she wanted to give it to you on February 14th, during our farewell function, but she never really got a chance to do it. I found it among her belongings in her home when I had gone to pay condolences to her parents. Merylinn had texted me the day she wrote the letter and was anxious as well as excited to give it to you. I know she'd want you to have it, but I wasn't in a position to give it to you and I'm really sorry about it. I'm glad that we met now and I can finally be at peace, knowing you have her letter."
I take the letter and, as I hold it with shaky hands, I read the words "TO DIAS" written in blocks on the front of the envelope. I slowly opened the envelope, took out the letter and read it:
Dear Dias,
I know it's cringy and maybe...
Please read the part 1 first and then come back for part 2)
We arrived in Calangute at five minutes to four p.m. with Kenneth's bike. He parked his bike at the allotted two-wheeler pay parking spot, and we had to walk the remainder of the way to the shore. Julianna said she'd be meeting us in front of BONO's Shack, which is on the left side of the beach entrance. We proceeded to walk barefoot on the sand with our slippers in hand. The soft sand felt good under the soles of my feet.
There's always something so beautiful about beaches. They just have such a serene and calming effect on an individual that I bet even if one decides to take a quick stroll on the beach, they will want to make it last longer by taking their own sweet time. The sound of waves crashing against the sand seems like a smooth, melodic tune with an underlying continuous rhythmic beat drumming within it. The sunset scene is just another highlight of the seashore's already spectacular qualities.
Bist and I walk in silence until we make it to BONO's Shack. We see Julianna sitting down on the sand, close enough for the waves to almost touch her toes. We slowly approach her and call out to her. She turns around to look at us, and I notice her eyes are red and puffy, which indicates to me that she was crying. She greets us back with a serious look on her face. The three of us sat down in silence at first, and a while later, Julianna tells us about Merylinn's death.
She explains that Merylinn perished two weeks ago in an awful accident in Mapusa on the evening of February 13th while returning home after shopping. The doctors tried their best to revive her, but her injuries were too grave for her to survive, and so, on the morning of February 14th, she succumbed to her injuries and died. Bist and I are at a loss for words, but nonetheless, offer our condolences to her. I noticed Julianna put up a strong front and was trying really hard not to break down, all the while she was telling us about Merylinn.
After calming herself down for a bit, she handed me a white envelope saying,
"She wrote this for you. In fact, she wanted to give it to you on February 14th, during our farewell function, but she never really got a chance to do it. I found it among her belongings in her home when I had gone to pay condolences to her parents. Merylinn had texted me the day she wrote the letter and was anxious as well as excited to give it to you. I know she'd want you to have it, but I wasn't in a position to give it to you and I'm really sorry about it. I'm glad that we met now and I can finally be at peace, knowing you have her letter."
I take the letter and, as I hold it with shaky hands, I read the words "TO DIAS" written in blocks on the front of the envelope. I slowly opened the envelope, took out the letter and read it:
Dear Dias,
I know it's cringy and maybe...
