Ex-wife, Please Come Back

The night was unusually cold and foggy. This was the night the tough battle with cancer ended. When Tasha took her last breath, Carlos stared at the electrocardiogram as her heartbeat plummeted to a straight line.

At that moment, it dawned on Carlos that his beloved woman had left him again. Sadly, this time she was leaving forever.

Sara was sitting next to the bed, but she was fast asleep. For five minutes, Carlos stared speechlessly. Then, he pressed the notification button and this woke Sara up.

Awake, she was shocked beyond words. She stared blankly until the doctor on duty ran into the ward.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Please take heart." After examining Tasha, the doctor patted Carlos on his shoulder and walked out of the ward.

At the hospital, life and death was a normal thing. On a daily basis, doctors saw people come and go. Perhaps the doctors actually meant it when they sympathized with the family members of deceased patients. However, in the end those words didn't change anything.

Of course, Sara already knew that her mum was gone. But she just continued to gaze at her lifeless body.

Suddenly, she stood up and touched her mother's face. Regrettably, when her mother was still alive, Sara had never touched her face. She never did because of various reasons. Sara knew that if she didn't do it now, she would never get another chance.

Meanwhile, Carlos remained silent and he didn't shed a tear. Surprisingly, as he looked at Tasha who appeared to be sleeping peacefully, he didn't feel as gloomy as before.

At that moment, it was as if a burden was eased from his heart. Previously, Carlos thought about when she would pass away and his heart was heavy. But now, he no longer had to worry.

The worst had already happened. Standing there, Carlos felt his heartbeat decline like the straight line on Tasha's ECG. The death of a loved one is probably the saddest thing in the world. There's nothing that could be compared to grief.

As the night progressed, Carlos still didn't touch Tasha's corpse. He just sat on the edge of the bed and remained mute.

Sara informed Jacob of the sad news. Immediately he heard, Jacob made his way to the hospital. The biggest advantage of having a partner is to have someone to lean on during difficult times.

Don't take things too hard on yourself," Sara said as she looked at her father in worry. Since the moment her mum died,

remember that I'll marry you in the next life. Sara will still be your daughter. You didn't do anything wrong. Really, Tasha." Carlos stared affectionately at Tasha's face. He wanted to remember the way she looked

back home. But, this was an impossible desire. Carlos sighed

last, she is free from all the pains of

herself into his arms. Although, she didn't cry, she held onto him for a

be fine. Don't worry. I'm here for you." Affectionately, Jacob looked at the fragile woman

sorry, dad. I am sure Tasha wouldn't want

he glanced at Tasha's corpse. She had no sign of pain on her face. It was as if she was just sleeping peacefully. Tasha's death seemed unreal to Jacob until he saw

she had embraced Jacob for a while, Sara lifted her head. Her eyes were already red

next morning. For a long time, he hadn't rested because he reasoned that sleep wasn't as important as being by Tasha's sick

but his heart would forever remain broken.

alive, she was just like a distant dream to him. During the time that they were separated

this world forever. She died filled with regrets.

he thought about it. Although, the happenings of the past were painful. Time would heal

were invited. Actually, Carlos didn't inform a lot of people about the funeral. This was because he was afraid that they would gossip about Tasha, not

Tasha. So, there

The other grave spot was for him. He wanted to be buried

of this, Carlos wanted to

people like Carlos in the world whose love was pure. And when people like him fell in love, they loved for real. After all, many people declared that they were in love. But, how many of them really meant it from their hearts?

by Tasha's graveside for

farewell. Although, none of them

image she had of him in

Sara chose to remain silent. After all, silence sometimes speaks