Until Death Do Us Part
By
Gundy
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Note: This story was written by a friend of mine who is German. Remember that when you read this story –
remember that English is not her natural language. This will make you realize
what an amazing writer she is. It’s
hard enough sometimes to write a good story in your own language, but imagine
writing one in a foreign language and making it this beautiful. She did a wonderful job, and I hope you
enjoy her story as much as I did. If
you do, please email her and let her know.
They say death is a deliverance, not a
punishment.
They say the one who’s left suffers the
most.
But I swear to God that all of them will
realize at the proper time, that the truth isn’t what it seems to be…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
One year has past and my memory slowly
fades away. There are only a few things I can still remember. Things like the
smell of your skin, your laugh, which I didn’t hear for such a long time.
I can still remember the day it happened.
It was a Saturday. I was with the guys in Europe for some days. You were home
with our little baby boy. It was the first time I wasn’t home since the birth
of our little son. I missed both of you so much and when our work was finished
I decided to fly back home earlier than the others. The sky was light blue when
we took off but it quickly turned dark. I was so scared when it started to
thunder. I don’t know why but I knew that something would happen. I knew
something was wrong. And when I saw the stewardess’ eyes I knew I wouldn’t see
you again. Minutes later the plane crashed in the Cambrian Mountain and
shattered all we dreamed of…
Later that night when they called you I
was already by your side. Not as the man you used to know but as an angel sent
by God. You couldn’t see me could you? You couldn’t feel my touch. I didn’t
want to hurt you. I didn’t want to leave you.
When they told you that I am dead you hung
up the phone and started to cry. Over and over again you whispered: “When did I
tell him how much I love him the last time? Did I tell him often enough how
much I love him?”
I know how much you loved me. And I also
know that you blame yourself for what happened. I can see it in your eyes.
Some nights you talk to me. You look into
the sky and whisper that you miss me and that you hate yourself because you
can’t love our son. It’s too hard for you. He looks so much like me and every
day he seems to turn more and more like me. You say: “I can’t love him the way
I loved you ‘cause I’m so sacred to lose him like I lost you.” But I promise
you: you won’t lose him. You will never ever suffer again. I take of that.
So many nights I am next to you in our
bed. You lie awake till dawn and sometimes it seems as if you’d look into my
eyes. Can you hear me when I talk to you? I tell you that I’m fine. The only
thing that hurts is to see you so … so weak. You aren’t the strong woman I used
to know anymore. And it hurts to know that I caused that pain. That I did this
to you.
“Nick? Can you hear me?”, you asked me one
night, “Are you there? I can’t take it anymore. Why did God do this to me? Does
he hate me so much? I can’t live without you. You wanted to show our little boy
how to play basketball one day. Who is going to do this now? I don’t want to
have another man in my life. I want you.
Do you know what I wonder? What did you
feel when it happened? Were you scared? Of course you were. I know you hated flying.
And nobody was there for you. I wasn’t there to hold you hand. Why didn’t you
take me with you? It would be so much easier if I were dead.” Then you felt
asleep in my arms. Why do you think about stuff like this? I’m so scared that
you’ll be soon by my side. Don’t get me wrong - it’s just … that I love you.
The End