Heartache

It was around the end of October. While people were busy going to cemeteries to avoid the crowd during All Soul's Day, I was busy with my friends inhaling the fresh air from the mountains. It was my happiest birthday. And most memorable.

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"But you're going out with your friends. You didn't want me to come since it's a 'no boyfriends' trip. What do you want me to do just stay and sulk? Please let me go swim we would be back before the night ends." He said on the other line. "No, I'm not feeling good about it. Just trust me on this one. Don't go out and swim. Stay there, watch or do whatever. Just don't go out. I'm just feeling something's off if you go out with them." I said. It really made me feel guilty that I asked him to stay home while I get to go out. "Fine, but you have to make up for it tomorrow! Go and have fun with your friends. I love you most infinite."

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It was about eleven o'clock in the evening when he called me again. And unlike all our usual silly nonsense conversations, he was being serious this time. "Hon, I'm really sorry, but I lied. I went to go swimming with them. Nothing bad happened and we're about to go home now. I'm just calling to say how much I love you and be the last one to say Happy Birthday!" I was pissed beyond words. But I'm known for being passive and forgave him right away. Maybe because I was feeling guilty too that I didn't spend my birthday with him. "Okay!I love you more. Call me the minute you get home. Late or not. Call me." I replied. "Did I tell you how amazing you are and how lucky I am to have you? I will make up for it tomorrow. I promise. We're about to go now. Call you later, bye! I love you very very much!"

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That was the last conversation we had. Because the next thing I knew, I got a call from his bestfriend saying he's dead. He was drowned from a knee-deep river. No bumps on the head. Nothing. Just drowned.

Oh! Did I mention he was a swimmer?