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By: Gene-no Dig
It was an ordinary Friday for me. I woke up at 6:30 in the morning for my one and only class would start at 8:30. I ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, took a bath, and by 7:30 I was ready to go to UP. Before I left my room, I did my last routine- kissing my girlfriend Jo. I mean I kissed her picture; we were not living together yet. There was really nothing unusual at the start of the day until the picture frame I was holding slipped from the right hand and fell on the floor. As it hit the floor, I saw a distorted image of Jo as the picture frame’s glass was broken into pieces. I picked the photo and placed it on top of my study table, at the right side of my bed, while I threw the broken glass and the picture frame into the trash can. After that incident, I sensed a melancholic ambiance. I sat at the edge of my bed to pacify the feeling before going to class.
Jo kept on lingering in my mind as I was attacked by a gloomy feeling. I could not help but allow my imagination to function indefatigably. Suddenly, my mind yielded a lifeless body of my girlfriend recovered from her car, the car was hit by a ten-wheeler truck. I tried to shake off that scenario in my mind although I knew the possibility because Jo was probably on her way to our house to spend the rest of the day with me. I did not succeed. The image continued haunting me. I despised myself for coming up with a morbid scenario that involved Jo. I even punched my head to stop any morbid image that it might conjure up again. I failed. I continued thinking of gruesome situations that showed Jo’s death-from a car accident to kidnapping to rape to suicide. I was breathing heavily when I heard knocks on my door. I stood up and opened it. A cold wind entered the room as I opened the door. The wind was soothing, as if caressing my face and my body. I stood there for a few seconds to enjoy the comforting wind. When I realized no one was really there, I closed the door assuming that it was my Tita who knocked on the door reminding me of the time. I was too sad that I did not want to attend my class anymore. All I wanted then was to be with Jo. I started feeling weary which was unusual since I didn’t do anything tiring. I started to walk back to my bed when I saw Jo, standing a few steps in front of me. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me but realized they were not when I saw Jo smile and heard her voice. “Hi!” Jo was flashing her sweetest smile. “Hey!” What are you doing here? I haven’t left the house yet. You are supposed to come here at 12 right? And who gave you the permission to enter my room?” I said teasingly. I dislike mushy moments but at that very juncture, I was in the mood to hear maudlin statements from my girlfriend after imagining her gloomy end. “I want to spend the rest of the day with you, the rest of my life with you,” she replied instead of answering all my queries. But that was enough- enough to make my heart melt and make up for the somber feeling I felt. “Oh, that’s so sweet.”
“I Love you.” “I love you too babe.” I blinked my eyes to determine if I was really seeing Jo. After doing
So, Jo wasn’t in front of me anymore. She disappeared like that. I went to the comfort room to find her but she wasn’t there. I looked for her under my bed but did not see her there. All I saw was her photo under my bed. I thought I put it on top of my study table. The wind might have blow it away. I said to myself while picking it up. I looked at it steadily. Was I just imagining again? Did I really see her or hear her voice? Was the conversation real?
I knew I saw her. But was she really the one I saw? I didn’t see her face visibly. I couldn’t remember what she was wearing. All I knew is that I saw her I thought it was Jo. While I was busily opened it for I was expecting Jo. It was my Tita. She looked depressed and was near to tears. Then she embraced me, saying that Jo was in coma after being hit by a car on her way to our house. Jo wasn’t dead yet but in a critical condition. I and my Tita hurriedly went to the hospital where Jo was confined. Unfortunately, when we reach the hospital, Jo had already passed away. In fact, even prior to our arrival, Jo,s body had been delivered to the morgue.
I was confronted with sadness, the feeling of bereavement suddenly sank in. I would never saw Jo again. I would never hear her voice, feel her lips, and experience her love. I would miss her terribly. The consolation though was that Jo visited me before she left.