Honestly, when she went to the bedroom, I thought she just wanted to sit alone for a while, like she did most times after a disagreement. Seeing her with packed bags was nothing new, but this time it felt different, it definitely hurt a lot more.
“Rose…” I said as she walked out, I wanted to go after her more than anything, but doing that would make her leaving me real. I don’t know if you have noticed but, I somehow hate reality. As I heard her car start and the gate open, I thought of how this morning I was so excited that for once in many years, we would celebrate our anniversary together as a couple. That this time we would be on good term by the time our anniversary arrives.
Maybe I still had a chance to convince her we could work, that the back and forth, that the on and off, was never going to happen again, all I needed was to call her best friend, her sister and her mother, I knew these people had so much influence in her life. As I was about to call her best friend, Cathy an hour after Rose left, I got a call from her.
Maybe I still had a chance to convince her we could work, that the back and forth, that the on and off, was never going to happen again, all I needed was to call her best friend, her sister and her mother, I knew these people had so much influence in her life. As I was about to call her best friend, Cathy an hour after Rose left, I got a call from her.
“Come to central hospital now!” she sounded shaken.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, getting more scared every second she hesitated to tell me.
“It’s Rose,” she said and broke into tears. I cut the call and drove straight to central hospital, when I got there I called, Rose’s best friend.
“Rose was in an accident” she said as we stood outside the ICU. “She was hit by an oil truck.”