(Here’s a short story inspired by life itself…)
With arms wrapped around my knees, I held tight to the phone, awaiting the next reply. I hear the familiar sound of my phone buzzing and scrambled to read the text message. My heart dropped.
“Keep everything to myself…. suicide…”
I felt my heart pumped a little quicker. What did I say wrong? I quickly scrolled upwards, rereading what I typed. It sounded calm and focused. Where did he get that impression from anyways? So then I started typing and sending lines of messages hoping that he’ll understand that it’s not as serious as he thought it was.
“Please don’t. I really beg you to not get the wrong idea.”
I never use the word “beg” because it always sound a little bit desperate and low but I used it anyways. This is what happens when you find yourself in a certain situation where desperate measures call out. This is what happens when you really are deeply, madly in love with someone.
As I wait for what seemed like hours… I found myself walking to and fro my bedroom and bathroom. At one point I sat on the toilet seat, deep in thoughts.
Effortlessly, tears came down but you know you’ll never give up in that one person, no matter how difficult it is. I smiled sarcastically at myself as I glanced into the mirror wondering why no one realizes what you’ll go through for them or what you’ll do for them.
I guess it all comes down to what you believe in love, and what I believe is a love that’s strong and able to withstand anything. Maybe this belief isn’t for everyone after all but we can all try right?
Finally my phone buzzed again. I let out a sigh of relief.