ADOLFO pulled out his own hair. He was troubled and nervous. What he thought would save him from the great sin he had committed was fading away. Because Ashey Brown's body was dying. And he didn't have the courage to say that to the nephew tonight.
The doctor just called him and sent him to the hospital because of the unstable condition of the teacher's body. Besides...
"I hope you've thought about it, Adolfo. That's what we talked about. Especially now that your patient is showing signs of giving up again."
Adolfo looked up at the man standing in front of him as he crouched down earlier. The voice is familiar. Because it has carved him many times.
Indian doctor. Buddhist daw. Believes in the supernatural and reincarnation. In the after life. Ah, ewan. What it tells him in the past is too complicated. The only thing that was clear to him was ...
"You told me that your patient is also in need?"
"Yes, Adolfo. You're right. It's confidential. I can't tell you who, even the name of your patient will remain confidential to them. Especially and ... we'll let the teacher die forever. Mercy killing , you can say that. "
"Name. Even a nickname."
"Ava."
Adolfo nodded, "I agree."
A wide smile and a happy handshake responded to him
"Thank you, Adolfo Nuevo. Thank you."
"I want you to include me in the prayer you do." Because the mistakes I have made are piled up ...
"You can count on me."
"Randall Santillan. That's my nephew's name. That's what we talked about."
"Copy, Nuevo."
THEY SAY, 'when you are in trouble in your life, everything that has happened to you in your whole life will flashback to you. Although Ashey proved that it somehow to be true, it happened to her when she was not dying. If not for the moment she already knew where she was going because she was already a ghost.
They also say, a story whose ending is not happy is not over yet. But tearfully, it seemed that this was her end.
The end when they would have just started building a family and living together with Randall.
"I'm sorry ..."
"Hush, you don't have to."
Witness the rain and the sea to two people who, when viewed from a distance, look happy and in honeymooon.
When they approach, tears well up in their eyes that only they two know the reason.
"The weather is dangerous, Santillan. Can't you get out of here?" He asked his wife as he still hugged her tightly.
While they just hugged tightly.
Yes, she only thinks of Randall’s safety now and nothing else. Because this is all that is needed and should be saved in case what she thinks happens.
"How can you do that?" Randall rubbed her cheeks and kissed her on the face.
Why?
Because that's all that's left of her whole being in those moments ...
"What?"
"You're worried about those around you while you're in this precarious situation. I love you, Wife. We'll see each other again. I'm sure. I won't ask you to make a promise."
Ashey cried and nodded, "Don't. I want you to live while I just stay in your memory, Husband. You need to promise me."
Randall just smiled back at her. A bitter smile. As she continued to kiss his handsome face.
She will missed him, really. To her core.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," his only response to her kisses.
"I love you more. This ghost is in love with you, always remember that."
Perhaps, the dialogue and the scene must be so dramatic before the real enlightenment. Before what they call the finale.
Before Ashey finally disappears and Randall witnesses it ...
From the disappearance of Ashey's neck, to the lips, nose, eyes, eyebrows ... hair ...
Until all of her body was... gone. It's gone forever ...
He left alone. He's the only one there. In the midst of the raging downpour and raging sea that seemed to sympathize with his feelings at those times.
Ah, he's not alone yet, there's even the current one running the yacht-- Azraelle. That he knew, he already knew what had happened because the angel could hear them 'if he wanted to. That angel knew so much and had extraordinary abilities but sadly didn't know how to avoid Ashey's gradual disappearance.
Fvck.
If only God had known that the angel also knew, he would not have suffered today.
"Ahhhh! Asheeeeey!" Randall cried out in disbelief. As he clung to the railings of the yacht.
If he jumps now, no one will stop him, right? Azraelle isn't going for him.
But before Randall jumped into the sea it was like a temptation as if Ashey whispered to him, "I want you to live while I just stay in your memory, Husband. You need to promise me ..."
He just shouted again. In anger. In fusion of angered.
Angry shouting to let the world know he didn’t want that verdict in his life. In their lives the only person who taught him how to love and be loved for no reason. Simply put.
Just as he quickly met and loved Ashey, so quickly it was taken back from him.
Why does the world play like that?
He didn't want to ask why does he still there but he couldn't help it now, to be honest. They are not bad people to say that this is a punishment. Why?
"Till we meet again, Wife!" Randall shouted again at the absence.
He decided to get off the railings. But even before he could get off, the yacht shook. As if it's gradually angered as him. Moirning in a violent way. That he was no longer surprised because the wind was strong. He was no longer nervous. In fact, he didn’t even care that he jumped off the deck even though the yacht was shaking.
"Ahhhh!" Randall shouted loudly.
Because he could exactly step back on the deck, the yacht shook in a more than violent way— it was the yacth who threw him at the sea.
It was grim and dark, and little by little Randall felt his impending sinking...
Wife… we will see in a bit...