I died in a car accident, the violent impact had already disfigured me, leaving only a weak and miserable body struggling to survive.
In the final moments of my life, as I repeatedly dialed my wife's number with the little strength I had left, all I heard was the cold and mechanical voice, saying that the line was unreachable.
Perhaps she was annoyed by my calls, and my wife finally blacklisted me.
Taking my last breath, I felt my soul left my body.
I floated in the air, watching as my body was taken away.
Because I had signed up for organ donation, and my heart was immediately matched with a patient who was waiting for surgery.
Until I floated into the operating room, I didn't know that Zoila had been ignoring calls all along because she was accompanying her good brother Ray for a matching surgery, and it was astonishing that he was using my heart.
I was floating next to her, watching as she blacklisted my phone number and carefully read through the post-operative instructions.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It turned out that the little girl I once held in high regard, who had never experienced any setbacks, could also love someone so wholeheartedly.