I was about to argue with him, but couldn’t find my voice to speak. “Jane, I know you are heartbroken, and anyone would be if they stood in the place where you are right now, but Jane, life is all about moving on and being happy you can’t have a grudge against my death over the happiness of your life.”
“Please overcome your fear and appreciate the love of the people around you who are still alive. ”
“Don’t you like the fact that I love you so much that I can’t accept the fact of not loving someone who is not you, Jared?” I replied angrily, with my voice a whisper.
“Jane, my love, I know and love the fact that your love for me is still the same, even after so many years of my death.” He said. “But you too have to understand that I can’t be with you, and it hurts me to see you destroy yourself for someone who doesn’t exist in the real world.”
“But __________,”
“Shhhh,” he stopped my words in between by putting his finger over my lips. “No, buts, you have to understand Jane, how sad it makes me seeing you all sad, like this, and knowing that I’m the reason for your tears, Jane, be grateful that you have a life to live with our son by your side.”
“Jared___,” I said as my voice broke into tears hearing his words.
“Don’t cry and live your life with or without me in it,” he said, wiping my tears with the back of his hands. “Remember my words, Jane. I love you and that’s why I want you to be happy.”
“I know,” I replied.
Jared smirks, placing his right hand over his heart, “Take care and be happy Jane. Maybe in the next life, I can be by your side living the life we once imagined together. Bye.”
On finishing his words, Jared disappears into the mist like dust particles in the air. And no matter how many I called him or shouted his name, he was nowhere to be found. Just like he appeared out of nowhere, in a similar way, he disappears right in front of my eyes, leaving me alone with all his abstruse words and questionable thoughts in my mind.
“JARED,” words came out of my lips as my eyes opened, waking me up from my slumber stage. I rolled my eyes, looking around my surroundings, noticing that I was no longer in the meadows that I was in but, I was in the hospital, sitting on an iron chair that I was sitting on before.
“Jared,” I mumbled slowly, tugging my hair tortuously, seeing Jared meeting him after five years, and the way he was talking to me felt so real. It felt like he was alive and there for me by my side, helping and guiding me through my life even after his death. No words can’t describe how I’m feeling right now, seeing someone I loved more than my life being present in front of me, talking to me, and cheering me on to live life.
I don’t know how to feel right now. I touched my face to the place where Jared’s hands touched me, using his fingers to wipe my tears, but sadly, all that was my dream and not reality.
Waiting, waiting, and more waiting. This is all I can do at this moment, making me pessimistic with every passing second. My eyes scanned the door of the operating room as each cell of my body and mind prayed and hoped right away that please, don’t let anything wrong happen to anyone this time. And let Brandon’s surgery be a success so that he can live a happy and prosperous life with his daughter Marlene, where neither sorrow nor darkness may harm them both, as they live happily together and forever with one another.
All of a sudden, all my mingling thoughts went mute upon seeing the doors of the operating room open and Daniel coming out in his scrubs. I swiftly moved out of the metal chair that I was sitting in and walked toward Daniel. On seeing me, he paused and glanced at me while removing his surgical mask from his face.
“How is Brandon?” I questioned him as promptly as I could.
“OH,…,” Daniel said and then paused, peering at me.
“How is he? How was the surgery? Is he alright? Can I see him?” I asked a ton of questions to Daniel, just in one breath.
“Jane, the operation was successful…., but,” Daniel said sighing, loudly completing his word with a big ′BUT.′
“But… What do you mean?” I asked, with my mind thinking of all the worst possible scenarios it possibly can.
“We are sorry to inform you that after the surgery…” he paused, “Brandon went into a coma.”