Her funeral ended just before dark started to creep in. He got home just in time for their favourite show, but he could not stand watching it alone. He got a cold beer from the fridge and went to the balcony. He hoped the wind could calm his pain and make him understand why he had to go through his present ordeal. He opened their last WhatsApp chat and the last heart she had sent was still beating. Then all the emotions came back like rain pouring into the dry earth. He missed her, but death was beyond him, he could do nothing about it.
Dylan had met Julia during one of his live performances at Melbourne Street. He played his guitar every evening after he came from his job at the City bank. He identified with people through music and on this fortunate night, he connected with a stranger he knew nothing about. He called her out from the crowd and invited her to sit next to him on the pavement, where he was playing. She did not really mind the publicity for she got lost in his eyes the moment she had seen him. He sang a song for her, and later he asked her whether they could go out for lunch during the weekend. She did not hesitate. She could not deny she felt the urge to know what this mysterious man with words of gold was all about.
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Dylan remembered this moments like they had happened the day before, he had never felt this close to her spirit before. He wished he could embrace her one more time. He sat there going through the pictures they had taken over time. She had grown more beautiful every day. Her eyes had glowed brighter with every passing moment; no living soul could match her beauty. He smashed the beer on the floor with anguish. It was not taking the edge off anyway.
Dylan felt he needed something stronger to drown this pain in, but he did not have any whiskey at home. Julia had always cautioned him against keeping any strong drinks in the house after she had helped him with his alcoholism. What would he do without her? He wondered as he reached for his jacket to go to the bar and get something to drink.
He got to the bar at around nine and asked for two shots. He drank them in quick succession and ordered two more. He felt he was letting her down, but how would she care, she was six feet under. He remembered how the cancer had started and how it slowly ate into her like the sun scorching through the desert. She was so young to die. She was diagnosed just after he had proposed to her. One morning he found her on the floor of the bathroom passed out. He dialled 911 and she was rushed to the hospital. The doctor informed him she had a brain tumor, which was causing the seizures. It was in its later stages, but they were willing to start chemotherapy sessions as soon as possible. She remained strong through every session. He visited her every day and kissed on the forehead before he left. He never ceased to love her, even when her hair started falling off. Her body seemed like a former shadow of itself but he had fallen in love beyond their physical being. Over time, the doctors realized she was not getting any better and had only 3 months to live. She comforted Dylan and told him she was slowly accepting the fate set to befall her. She wanted to live their last three months together doing the things, they had missed.
Like batteries, we all run out of energy and on one glorious Sunday morning, her soul bid goodbye to her body. She had lived a beautiful life, filled with five beautiful years with this caring man whose love had set her on fire every time he saw her. He could not continue wailing, he had to live his life the way she would have wanted him to. He paid his bill and went home to spend the first night alone in a long time. The sheets would never feel warmer without her.
