In the labyrinth of emotions, uncertainty lingered heavy. I believed she loved me, but the depth of her commitment remained a shrouded mystery. Those words, "I want to marry you," had escaped her lips, but the feasibility of such a union was a murky question. Despite the chasm of years that separated us, I doubted its significance, yet my fear of losing her compelled me to conceal my true age. However, the weight of my secret became unbearable, and I knew I had to reveal the truth.
Our plan to meet on that fateful Saturday crumbled beneath the weight of unforeseen circumstances, forcing me to unveil my concealed truth through our digital conversations. The revelation left her staggered and incensed, prompting her to declare the end of our relationship. Unable to bear the thought of losing her, I resorted to a desperate lie, denying the veracity of my confession. I bombarded her with calls and messages, but all I received was silence, echoing through the digital void.
The ordeal persisted until the break of a new day, and the world had transformed for her. A phone call shattered the silence, and a voice on the other end delivered news that left me speechless—her mother had passed away. It felt inconceivable, a cruelty dealt by fate to a fragile heart. How could God be so unkind, I wondered, first robbing her of her elder sister and now inflicting this unimaginable sorrow upon her? I pleaded for it all to be a dreadful dream, but cruel reality held me in its unrelenting grip.
Driven by an overwhelming urge to be with her, I made an impulsive decision. Without a second thought, without considering the consequences, I headed to her home, accompanied by my sister. The moment I arrived, I inquired of her whereabouts from the people gathered around, my heart pounding with trepidation. And then, I saw her. Her eyes, haunted and tear-stained, revealed the extent of her broken spirit, yet a glimmer of happiness flickered as she laid eyes on me. She reached for my hand, her silent plea speaking volumes. After spending a while with her, we reluctantly decided to leave, but her grip on my hand, her longing gaze, it was as if she never wanted me to depart from her side.