đChapter Eightđ
âElla, whenever you want somebody to talk toâIâm here, okay?â I nodded. Bell was here at the funeral of my father and the ceremony just ended. With his wifeâs consentâmy father was buried at my motherâs side.
I held back my tears. Still, I promised not to cry. I vowed to be braver than before. But God knew, how heavy this was in me.. Bell tapped me as we walked through the parking lot.
âDoctor Bryx is here, too. Look,â She pointed out the man who was standing outside his car but seemingly waiting for..well, he always sent letters to meâsome flowers too but everything went in trash bins!
I should at least thanked him for dropping by. Right? I cleared my throat when he approached me and glanced at Bellâs teasing eyes. I knew thatâBell wished me to give Bryx a chance.
No.
âDoctor Bryx, thanks for coming.â Casual as I should be, I told him that. I could only count those times that I talked to him.
âNo problem, Ella. Like what I saidâanytime for you.â Urg. My ears stung and those words from a man promising to stayâlike, forever was always something that I couldnât buy. Forever was only a word to flatter somebody.
âUhm, I gotta go aheadââ Bell here had a plan but I held unto her arms and pulled her back. No and no.
âYeah, weâre going now.â I waved goodbye to Bryx and he smiled at me even he was obviously gloomy. I only had a spaceâfor my father and not yet ready for someone like Bryx. Although, I had heard he got only one long-term ex-fiancĂ©e but turned the other way around. He was the one being cheated.
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âHey,â I had to say something to this man with an oxygen tube and still fighting for his life. Nixon Brooks. I hated to admit butâhe was the one whom opened my eyes to forgive dad. Now, after at the funeral I had to visit and check him hereâhe asked my helped, right?
âWhy arenât you still awake?â I mean, I knew I wished him to be dead butâhell, it was just he did a great relief of something I thought I had not and been long elapsed.
He was still not fine.
Well, his angel told him something about me. Itâs crazy butâNixonâs ghost was communicating to me, right? I should, at least believed that there were angles, too!
âYou supposed to be wellâI wished you well, Nixon Brooks.â Finally, I said before leaving his room. I got an exhausted day after the funeralâI still went to Monikaâs house and stayed there for two hours with Bell.
I promised a tea-visit this weekend.
I think, Iâm gonna like the old lady. Such a shame that we only knew each other a little too late. The way she managed to tell jokes even when sheâs sad? That was..tough. I admired her that way.
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I saw her soft spot. I felt good when she finally gave away to forgive his dying father. And yet, I didnât understandâI was still not waking up or anything. Even showing some good progress at the hospital.
Why? I already helped Ellaâsuch a great help that I less anticipated sheâd thought about.
Eight days left. Still. My bodyâs not showing anything. Not moving even a toe or a finger.
I waited for Ella to arrive her apartment while writing a note on her diaryâs last page.
Ella,
I am glad you finally gave your heart to your father before he passed away.
And I think, I should set my own self and accept the fact that Iâm dying, too. Like how your father established himself when he found you.
I want to ask one last help from you.
Iâll write letters to those women I had pained presently and in the past. Will you help me hand it to them personally?
I would really appreciate it until my very last day.
Signed,
Nixonâs ghost
Then, I started writing out letters and used her stationary papers she must had left unused. I grabbed it and composed my messages to themâstarting when I was twelve years old.
This is crazyâI need to remember all of them!
Okay, focus, Nixon it should come from the bottom of your playboyâs heartâkidding, I am sincere!
Finally, just after two hours of writing these letters her door knob opened and she was still wearing this same clothes at the funeralâwell, I went there too. But I had to give her privacy after that especially when she stayed at Monikaâs house.
I was too elated going back to the hospital and checked myself butâI was disappointed. Nothingâs changedâI was still laying on the hospital bed. What did I expect?
Well, as the angel told me. I needed to save Ella from her angerâwhich technical, I did. How come I was still sleeping there? Urg!
I was losing hope, yes, eight days to live seemed a bomb clock ticking in seconds away!
âA-Are you here, Nixon?â Oh. Her voice and tone was even more softer that I thought. I couldnât help myself not to grinâI much liked it. I mean, like the way she became calmer!
âYes, I am here, Ella. You see these letters?â I held her diary and handed it to her. She immediately closed that door and locked itâafraid that anybody might caught her playing magics, huh?
âOkay. Iâll read it.â She put her bag down and sat down at the edge of her bed. I also stayed beside her and hoping to let her agreed to it.. I had no other ideaâmaybe if I did that, God would gave me another chance to live anew?
Well, hoping!
She read it quick then looked at those letters neatly placed and folded below her lampshade. She pointed it.
âI believed those are your letters, huh? How sure are you that Iâll help you, Nixon Brooks?â She raised her brows. What? Was she declining! Urg! No.. I grabbed her pen and started writing on her diary again while it was still on her hand.
PleaseâŠ? I canât hold objects without you, Ella! That was true! I really couldnât! I tried it when I was about to smashed things to Titus, right? But without EllaâI got no superpower! Yeah, damn it. I called my ultimate superpower but she acted like my battery though.
âOh really?â She really didnât believe me at all.
I only have eight days to live. I need to say sorry to themâjust like that your father did to you. Well, I must accept that sooner or laterâIâd be gone. I will never bother you again, Ella. Just help me for this one. Okay? Please?
She was exactly looking at the right direction where I was nowâa foot apart. She couldnât see me at all but it seemed she knew where to look me in the eye, huh.
âIâll help you, Nixon Brooks.â Yas! Finally! Whooa! I was jumping literarllyâwished she could see me jumping off her bed!
Thank you so much, Ella Moray⊠I lastly wrote on her diary.