Even through the screen, Darius's comment oozed affection. [Fool, as long as you like it, no distance is too far for me.]
Darius was allergic to mangoes and cream. Even the smell made him uncomfortable, so I never brought them into our home despite how much I craved them. My past care and consideration now seemed like a cruel joke.
I took a selfie and posted it on social media with the caption, [Goodbye to those who loved me.]
The clock’s hand finally passed midnight.
I instructed the system to do its work, slipped into my favorite dress and lay quietly on the bed. We prepared the bridal chamber two years ago.
The light from the ceiling cast soft patterns over me. I could feel my life slowly slipping away, like sinking into the unknown. I heard my breathing, the wind, the water and the cicadas chirping.
Everything seemed to be growing, aging, dying and being reborn at an astonishing speed.
Then I heard a familiar knock on the door, which only Darius had been used to doing.
He had forgotten his keys again. But I could no longer get up.
My phone rang repeatedly, but I had no strength to answer it. Eventually, he opened the door.
I heard his hurried footsteps rushing into the bedroom.