* This short story is based on true story. *
" 25.9.2021 "
Today is the day he left me. Five months ago, my brave hero died during the civil war. He's also my future husband.
We fell in love with each other for 5 years. Recently , we were officially engaged before these painful moments.
To build a peaceful family life with our future children was one of our million dreams.
Those dreams we imagined faded away.
It's when the abominable storm karma came.
They all were destoried because of a military junta who prefered power and his own family.
After that, several campaigns of civil disobedience appeared in every month.
Later, some civil wars began all over the country.
The military coup killed countless people during 9 months, including my boyfriend and friends.
Pages in my thick dairy book were filled with sorrowful tears.
Every time I'm suffering from missing him,
I'm used to write diary.
I'm not awakening from this nightmare.
My therapist told me how to heal myself in different methods but they didn't work.
I was not interested at such healing process at all.
I had nothing in my empire after I lost my king.
The charming king who always knew well how to cure my traumas ...
He was not only my affective medicine but also the best healer.
Well, they killed my doctor without any mercy.
All gods in this world were waiting patiently to punish those military coups. I guess so.
I wanted to share my Ph D graduation moments with him.
I wanted to celebrate our wedding ceremony in the beautiful white dress.
I wanted to make his smile fresh every day.
I dreamed about our delightful future very often.
But I had no more chances to share my dreams with him.
I was totally insane as soon as I heard he was deas. I became a psychopath.
Anyhow, I realized that I would have to become stronger and stronger more and more every day.
But I'm crying at the time while writing this diary.
I hated sad endings , especially this one.
Seeing this engagement ring, I was sill haunted our memories.
I wish that my body will be buried near him.
I wish that I could die due to Covid 19 during the fourth wave.
Or I wish that I could die under the bullets.
I hope. God will send me to the heaven together with my love.
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The psycho woman committed suicide after the end of her last dairy.
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