I glance at the clock, time is quarter to three. My lips are bleeding out from my now broken nails scratching against them. Last night when she told me she saw a silhouette of a man hiding in the dark, I knew it isn't safe... for her. It sucks how they required me to not tell Tazanna anything in order to return to her side. She had consistently prayed for me to come back and know every little thing that happened that day. As much as I do not want to let her hear any of it, the Gods that sent me back down here, wanted her to find out the truth about my death. It can break her... all of her. And I would hate to see that. If there is one thing in this world that I never want to see, that is Tazanna falling down to her knees and crying. Fourteen years we had been together, and I never let her shed a single of tear. If she learns more about my death, it is certain that it will break her heart.
I, too, had never thought that this was possible— the dead coming back to life. But it happened, all because Tazanna was so desperate. It pains me to see her crying every night in her prayers, four years and she never once forgot to kneel down for one minute, beg the Gods to bring me back to her. Tazanna and I met in highschool. She was not so popular but boys do look at her. I had a few friends that had taken a liking to her, but none had been given a chance to date her. Me, on the other hand, was the quiet student among the class. I always believed I never stood out but she would always say how much the girls in our class had talked about me. Perhaps the quietness scared them off, thought I'd ignore them all if they tried talking with me. And she was the bravest of them all; Tazanna asked to copy my homework which really, really caught me off guard. It was the first time she admitted she forgot to do it and how she thought of me immediately. That's where it all began. We grew closer and closer, until I realized I was falling in love with her. Hid it for a year and watched her date other guys, but eventually became greedy and confessed to her during our senior year. I am truly one lucky man because she said yes. Up to now, Tazanna is now my fianceé.
Who knew our love story would end up like that? I died in a foreign country, leaving the love of my life questioning my death. Even got to a point where she blamed herself for letting me go on that business trip, she had said that a couple of times in her prayers. I wanted to say it was not her fault. I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to wrap my arms around her small body and let her feel me. I wanted to kiss her eyes that had cried so much for me. She was my everything— she is still. I can give everything just to make her happy. But that is one thing I cannot do, for my fate has already been decided. It happened and it will happen again, that's for sure. We can never go against the Gods. It is their will and there is nothing we can do to change that. Although I can't tell what Tazanna's next move will be, I can feel she is desperate to know every little detail, I don't think she can go against destiny.
She is walking toward me, wearing that smile that captured all of me. She is truly the most beautiful woman I have seen in my entire life. The moonlight is shining down on her like a spotlight. Her long black hair flowing and dancing around her shoulders while the cold breeze breaks through it as she walks. Tazanna is mesmerizing. For four years, I had only looked and watched her from above, now she is standing in front of me. There is nothing that I can ever ask for. My arms reach out and I pull her into a tight hug. I had missed her being in my arms; her warmth passing onto me as her own snake around my waist. The softness in her voice, asking if there is anything wrong, I missed that as well. She breaks away, looks into my dark eyes and purses her lips. The urge of kissing them won me over, it surprised Tazanna but smiled. I opened the door for her, she carefully gets inside of the passenger's seat and locked the belt. Throwing her bag on the back as if there was nothing breakable in it. She asked if I had eaten yet, if not, she wants to grab a quick bite at her favourite restaurant, which certainly became mine too in time.
Tazanna looked the prettiest when she smiles, and I do not know how many times I have mentioned that already. She twirls her fork on the plate of her carbonara and inside her mouth it went. The stem of the glass in between her index and thumb as she chews, soon lifting it up and throwing her head back a bit to sip on her drink. Tazanna was never a fan of any alcoholic drinks, she would always have orange juice, which I thought was cute. Later after she finishes her meal, she brought out a mirror from her bag and checked herself. I felt myself smiling just watching her do all this. Several days ago, she couldn't even eat outside. She'd rather eat a sandwich and coffee for lunch and dinner than having to dine in a place like this. Mind you that this is her favorite restaurant yet she didn't want to eat here, perhaps it reminds her of me. Now that I've come back, all her worries are gone. I never thought Tazanna would become like that if I die, and I do not want to see that again.
"Felix?" she calls and I looked at her. I must have been too in my head today that she noticed it. "You okay?" I nod and she takes another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. "I was thinking... what if we get married earlier than planned?"
"Huh?"
"Yeah." She smiles, her eyes are glowing and happy. "Let's get married a week from now, Felix."