A Story about a CHANCE

What would you do if God was to give you just one more chance to spend some time with your supposedly dead beloved?

It may sound unbelievable but not impossible.

Meet Hannah, the girl who got her wish to be with her late daddy, for the first and the last time in her life. 

She is the girl who knows it is not that impossible.

And this is her story.

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“Don’t go, daddy. Stay with me, daddy. God, please, just one more minute. Just one more minute, please. Not again. Not this time. No. Please. Daddy, wait –“

The girl in her pleaded as though there were no more tomorrow. Maybe for her, there were not. Her hands were still shaking as she tried hard to digest the bitter truth. She wiped her tears with her sleeves as she realized the moment granted for her had ended. The man’s scent still lingered in her mind, challenging her tear ducts.

Hannah looked at the empty space in front of her. The past hours seemed so short now, she thought. She felt a warm rush trying to escape from her eyes. She blinked hard in hope the tear ducts lost the battle. She stood there, eyes still closed in an effort to get rid of the memories. Her whole body felt like jelly - wobbly and ready to collapse - as she fought her emotions weakly. For a second, she thought she got her wish to have her daddy back. She got it alright. But just for that hours.

The damp broke. Tears came rolling down her cheeks. She lost it and fell to the ground.

With her eyes closed, her mind traveled back in time.

***

The wind blew exceptionally soft tonight. No twinkling stars hanging from the dark night sky. It was just dark and still. She was driving on the road alone. She did not know where to go. She thought she just needed some escapism. The failure - her failure - is asphyxiation to her that choked every tiny bits of possible happiness that she could have in her life. Running away was what a coward would do. She did not care. She was not at her best mind. Her whole life had been in ruins. She thought of the moments when she felt so alone in this world when the truth is she had her family and friends. Sparkling tears came rolling down her wind-beaten cheeks. That was not enough, she thought. Not enough. Never enough. 

Her victories were not celebrated with him around. When she got excellent grades in those finals or when she was sent to a boarding school or when she was accepted into the college, he was not there with her. “He would never attend my wedding, would never see my husband’s face, and would never see my first child,” she thought. All her special days would pass without him in presence, without him within her reach. Her mind was miserable. She wanted him back.   

She sped faster. So fast that she did not notice she had accidentally drove on the wrong side of the traffic and suddenly, she was lying at the side of the road, head covered with gushing red blood, unable to move, alone with no one to help. The dark sky roared. Droplets of rain started to fall on her pained body. Each droplet seemed to cut her wounds deeper as she tried to scream. She knew her effort was pointless.

She felt like a total loser. She felt like going away for good. “Perfect,” she thought. She could lose it all now and escape - really escape this time - from the life that she thought had been such a hell to her. Her chest stopped moving up and down from heavy breathing. Her eye lids started to close little by little. She did not want to fight. She wanted to lose. She wanted to be gone. Suddenly, another thunder clapped. The angry, roaring sound woke Hannah’s sleeping soul up with a shocking jolt. That was when she heard a voice.

“Little angel, Daddy’s here for you,” the soft voice whispered in her ears.

That voice, soft and calming, which she had been missing for years, was the most delightful sound she had ever heard. It was like cooling, hydrating rain droplets on a warm, cracked desert. And she recognized that voice very well. Could it really be him?

... to be continued!

The One That Got Her Heart Pumped Up {#2}

"Look up there, silly missy"

"Asshole. I'm never silly. You are."

"Just look up there, Hannah"

Fluffy clouds float above the two figures. Radiant sunshine shone through the clouds. Its rays almost pierced her eyes.

"So what? Clouds. And sunshine that plans to blind me. Very special. As if" she said as she flinched her eyes, desperately trying to adjust her sight.

"Well. I don't see clouds. I see happiness." he said that with his dark brown eyes glued to hers. Not up to the clouds. To hers. For good few seconds.

Uh oh. Not good. She hates this part. The part where he melts her inside just with intense stares and smiles. The part where she loses control over her own self - actions, feelings, words, EVERYTHING. He owns her. already.

So she said,

"What a load of crap you are. So mushy and corny. Now, what's in you? Romeo's spirit? I am not buying whatever that you are selling. Crap."

"Hold on. What did I do?"

"Whatever." she said as she blushed, trying NOT to be obvious.

"Right. So how are you with that asshole boyfriend of yours? Still together? I don't get it. Blind are you?"

Say you love me now and I would definitely leave him. Stupid. You are the blind one. I OBVIOUSLY LIKE YOU.

Suddenly,

"I am not here to be your shadow, silly missy. Talk with me"

"What? You were saying?"

"Forget it. Ready?"

Hold on.

"Ready for wha-"

He put his hand over her lips.

"You talk too much, sometimes"

"&%*9 me off &*()%*&@" she mumbled, her eyes all widened up.

"Leave him. Be with me"

And her eyes almost popped out of its sockets.

She could see it all now. Could she?

...to be continued!

The One That Got Her Heart Pumped Up {#1}

She picked him up. Nervous as hell. She liked him so bad though his heart belongs to someone else. But then again, HER heart does not care. It wants him and it needs him. So they went out to eat somewhere.

She dressed down, trying not to make it obvious. But the neon blush on her cheeks screamed nervousness and extra everything. Extra feelings, extra care, extra LOVE. Whaddaheck. Calm your tits, bitch, said her ego. So she put on her drama face, laughing her heart out to his awkward jokes; a bit too loud, perhaps. She forgot how to drive suddenly. He laughed. She steered a bit too left. He smiled. She missed the turn. But they arrived safely nonetheless.

She placed the order. Just a snack. He didn’t order for anything. Just ate an elephant, he said. She laughed; a bit too high-pitched. He just stared at her. Cute one, he said. Fuck. She wanted to hug him and run together to somewhere. Of course she couldn’t. So she just sat there, as nervous as hell, like she were sitting on top of piranha biting her ass off.

Then, the order came. She sipped. Funny noises came out. Awkward moment. He shrugged. She asked what’s wrong. Just some injuries, he said. God, she wanted to ask at which part so that she could tend them, care them, kiss them…BAM!

Tomato or chili sauce, he asked. Tomato, she said. YOU, her heart yelled. This is a disaster, she thought as he reached for his phone, texting someone. She got curious as a damn cat. He looked up and smiled adorably. Damn it! Not the smile, babe! Damn you, she muttered.

Tick Tock Tick Tock. One hour passed. They say time gets jealous when good stuff happens.Jealous,much, now, time?

Then it was time to depart. She wanted to stay longer. With him. Just the two of them. Like Rahul and Anjali. But how could she? Sigh. She wanted to confess. Like seriously say to him; HEY, don’t make a mistake by staying with her. I am the one. I am your fuckin left ribs. Not her. She’s just… HAIP! What was that?! Calm your tits, lil tramp! Ugh.

She was confused. Should she just confess and risk their friendship? Is it really just a friendship? Does he feel like how she feels? She asked herself all these as she watched him walked away from her. Painfully. Longingly.

. . . to be continued!