Happy Valentines' Day

I sat, waiting in the car. I looked as he came towards me from the side view mirror of the car. It was...strange. He seemed to have had changed, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Like...he wasn’t the same person or something...


I almost killed him in that accident. I was glad he lived.

I smiled at him as he opened the door of the carand he grinned back at me. “Ready to go for our date?”

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The waiter looked strangely at me when I asked for a table for two. But he showed me in anyway.

I picked up the menu and I ordered only for myself. He never ate anything anymore. He placed his hand on mine and I withdrew. Then something came flashing back at me...


I think I might have killed him in that accident. But he lived...I hope


The food was served and I ate. He offered no presents, just chatter and gentle smiles, like so long ago. I then realized that everyone was looking strangely at me.

I heard his mum blaming me for his death..

why then, is he sitting opposite me?!

He looked apologetically at me. “Jaime... I’m sorry...”

I turned and ran out of the restaurant.

I turned back- he wasn’t there anymore. But I felt like he was looking at me from another place.

I was drunk and insisted on driving. He got killed because of that.

So...you wanted to wish me a happy valentines’ day..?

You once told me that the longest distance was not that of life and death... But that of knowing or no...

I called his mother.

"Auntie, where can I put flowers on his grave?"