Until Death Do
Us Part
By Gundy
Webmistress’ 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
