He will come
Someone's Pov
"I was standing there in front of her house. It's been years since I saw her, I don't know if I missed her or not, but don't know why I really want to meet her today. It's been months since she message me, I was busy that's why I couldn't reply. But that doesn't mean she'll get angry with me. She's really stubborn and an idiot."
The weather was windy, cold wind was blowing around. He took step further to go inside her house.The door was closed. He knocked.
*Knock Knock*
(No reply)
He knocked again
*Knock Knock*
(No reply)
He knocked four to five times, but got no reply.
His Pov
"Why ain't she replying? Ugh! Wait, is she sleeping? Oh, yeah! Ain't this home used to be mine too? I can go without knocking right? Yes, I can. Let's go."
Thinking this, he opened the door. He was a bit surprised to see that the door wasn't locked.
"Whatif a thief came in? She's really an idiot."
He thought. As he came in, he was shocked to see that all the lights were off.His eyes wondered around that big home.
He walked. The house was in a complete silence. The darkness summoning around made him hesitate a bit, but he took a step forward to find the switch.
Tap Tap Tap Tap
As he was searching, he don't know why, his whole body was shaking. He could feel that cold air around him. And finally, he got the switch and opened the lights.
The darkness flew away now. And then he was able to take a look in that whole mansion. But, something caught his eyes...a picture. A picture was placed on the wall in his front.
"It's me and her"
He thought.
He will come
He took a step forward, and picked that photo up. He suddenly felt speechless,his heart was beating so much. Something wasn't good, he was feeling a sense of regret. He felt as he did something wrong...but he himself don't know what was it?
There was a notebook laying on the table near. There was something written on the cover page, "He will come".
He opened it, and read. There were few words written:-
It's his 23rd birthday today, I'm sure today he will come to meet me. It's been 3 years since I saw him. I know he will come and meet me today.
That 30 year old guy standing , reading that words, felt so ashamed suddenly.
"She was waiting for me?"
He flipped the page. Next page had :-
He didn't come. I know he might be busy, he's a successful person afterall. He works hard for me, I'm being an idiot. Why am I disappointed? He says right I'm really an idiot.
He flipped the pages, there was no page in which she didn't wrote about him.
He will come today, I'm sure!
He might be busy, he replied to my message, right? He can't forget me, never! He loves me, I know.
Hope his health his all good. God, I always pray for you to keep his health safe. I know, he'll come to meet me. His 26th birthday is near.
He didn't come, he was busy again I guess. Don't worry, he'll be back next year,he said he'll try...yeah!
I'll wait for him.
From 26th to 29th birthday, the same date, the same words were written. The emotions of the writer was written, seems like she really loved him. She waited for him.Next the date was marked as, 12 December again. And this time it was his 30th birthday. But the words weren't same anymore. It was written:-
I can't wait anymore. I'll die soon, don't kill me soon. I want to meet him. He'll scold me, he'll be disappointed if he didn't meet me. I'm sure he'll come to meet me today. Don't make me die, God please. If I died , who is going to take care of him? Yeah! I can't die that easily. No, I won't.
That was the last page.
The person who read all this, tears were coming out from his eyes. It seemed that his heart has been stabbed with a knife. His whole body started shaking. He ran out dropping that notebook. He went to neighborhood and asked:-
"Excuse..excuse me! Do you know where is Mrs. MacPherson?"
"Oh! That old lady."
The person sighed.
"Poor her! She was waiting for her son to come. But that bustard, he never came to meet her. She raised him all alone being a single mother after his father. And that poor old lady died in wait of his son. Hope God will make him regret of his actions. Young Men, it's been 3 months since she died. We all in neighborhood did her funeral. She really was a great person. Always she used to say, He will come , we all knew he won't. The world has changed, but that old lady never understood. Kinda stubborn she was. But she really loved her son wholeheartedly. She was really great to love him like this."
"Yeah! She was"
Replied that 30 year old guy, he sighed and started walking. Memories flashing accross his mind. He went to his mother's grave with a bunch of flowers for her. His tears were flowing.
"Mom, I came"
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"Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude":- Anne Frank
