Gone

30.

"OPEN THE DOOR!", I slammed hardly on the door of his apartment. "ARE YOU DEAF? OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR LEE YE JUN!"

I couldn't sleep the whole night because of that and I am banging his door from hours now but why will he listen to me? It's 6 a.m. in the morning. Just imagine how badly I rushed from my house in the dark.

I pushed it for a few more times when the door got opened itself.

"I didn't know that the door wasn't locked," I laughed nervously at my own stupidity. "It's not the time for all this nonsense!"

I stepped inside and fell of my knees for the view my cursed eyes received. I wish I was dead before seeing this.

"Ye...Jun..."

I rushed towards him and hugged his body. He was lying half dead on the floor, fully soaked in blood.

"W-What h-happened...this...w-when?", my tongue refused to form words.

I slightly hit his cheeks to bring him back to senses and rubbed his palms. I wiped his face, not caring if blood would get spilled on my shirt.

"I-I am gonna call the a-ambulance....," my hands went inside my pocket but he pushed the phone aside with his other hand.

"P-Please...don't....," he said weakly and more blood came out of his mouth.

"W-Why?", I cried harder. "Why didn't you tell me anything about it?"

"Because I...I didn't want to...hurt you," he tried his best to speak. "Please don't...call anyone.....I want...I want...to spend this moment with you."

"Since when did we started hiding things?", my teardrops fell on his bloodstained cheeks.

"If only I told you...that day...would you have not left?", he smiled and I could see blood all over his mouth.

"I am sure doctors can help--"

"It's no use now," he once again pushed the phone. "I have leukemia, last stage. I...knew...I knew that I won't live...longer, but thankfully...you're with me in my last seconds...I am sure God will...send me to...to heaven."

"You can't just come in someone's life, make them feel special and then leave!!", I shouted while still hugging him.

He smiled, "please smile. I tried my best...best to bring back your happiness....don't lose it again. Beautiful girls like you should not cry over sick boys...like me."

I cried even harder. The smell of his blood mixed with my tears filled my nostrils, choking me down to death.

It's my fate, don't smile at me. I can't get closer to him. There is no name I could give to our relation. I am shattered. All I can do is to keep his memories like a pretty flower that resembles him and breathe it as to feel him near me, patting my back.

"I love you so much Dhriti. Even if...I die right now...my soul...my soul will forever wait at your doorstep," he laughed. "A-Am I still s-scaring you?"

I slightly hit his head. My sobbing could be heard clearly, "we promised to love each other till death parts us away and that's what I am gonna do. They say there is life after death, let's meet there."

"You can never ex-experience love without separation," he kissed my hand. "I am sorry for being so weak....trust me, I tried. I tried for us...but....nothing worked. I hope....you're strong to live... without me. I am sorry...for...not keeping my promise. Please....please don't forget me."

The blood stopped flowing little by little but his pain remained the same.

Love doesn't die with death. Love is like a liquid. When it pours out, it sweeps into someone else's life. Love is eternal like a back rose. Death doesn't conquer all, love does.

"I will never," my forehead met his. "Please stay a little longer with me."

Full of loneliness. I know all his warmth is real. The daffodils you gave me, I want to hold it again.

It's not the goodbyes that hurt. It's the flashback that follows.

I kissed him for the last time. I could feel his soft lips turning cold against mine. The sound of his heartbeats is no more to be heard. I close my eyes to feel his touch, probably for the last time. I won't be able to handle it....because I know....the moment I will open my eyes, he'll be gone.