He repeated the words for the last time before he breathed his last, leaving me alone in a world i had found pleasure living with him in. At first, the reality of his emptiness was so unreal to me, but as minutes, hours, days and weeks passed by, I swam in its reality. I reflected his last words and shivered from the effect it had on me even after five years of losing my very first best friend. I walked to the front of his room and summoned a lot of courage to go in for the first time since i lost him. The smell of his room allowed tears to flow effortlessly from my eyes as his picture appeared fully in my imagination. Then, I remembered the days we ran around his room playfully, the moments he held my hands so tight to strengthen me, the periods he would hug me for several minutes just to encourage me, the last time I saw him smile at me. I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat on the only chair that is in his room and all i could think of was his beautiful smile and amazing eyes, his soft hands and smoothing voice.
Suddenly, the whole room became cold, windows shut, unusual wind blew and my inner spirit sensed he was around. Inexplicable joy filled my heart as I anticipated to speak to him once more and see his face at least for another moment, but he didn’t come up to me. He left with the wind and in no time, the room was still again. At that, I wept so hard until my face became dry and having released that level of emotion, I finally had the strength to leave, knowing fully well that was the last time I’ll see that room or probably have a feel of him.
Stepping out of that room, his last words became a major principle for me and today, I put it to you; “Forgive, Come What May”
I looked back at his room, with just one wish from him. To see his face and hear his voice once again.