Chapter VII: Roses
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Just call me Liro; I'll admit that I look good and that women like me, especially when I was in college and a womanizer.
I was in college in 2015. Graduation and the final year of college. Finally, I intend to pursue a career as a lawyer. Before I graduated, I met a woman I never imagined could change me; let's call her "Anne."
I asked to court her, and she accepted. I courted her for a year, and by the grace of God, she said yes to me without hesitating. We've been together for nearly two years, and I never imagined that one night would tear us apart.
One night, my friend invited me to a bar because he was heartbroken, so I went with him. I had no idea he would flirt with the girls inside the bar while drinking. I had the feeling that something was wrong, and that I had done something very wrong by not informing Anne that I was going somewhere.
She found it when she saw my car parked at the bar, which was close to where her aunt lived and which she had probably passed by. She went in there, and I'm sure she misunderstood things because I was a womanizer back then, and she knew that. I felt a mixture of fear and nervousness.
She ran away, not paying attention to every yelp of her name. I got in my car and tried to chase her down; I was drunk, but I knew what was going on. But I was struck by another car, everything went black, and I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was already in the hospital. I could hear the people on the other side of the green curtain crying and wailing.
I saw my brother and asked him where Anne was; he didn't respond but simply looked to the other side where I heard someone crying; the nurse simply opened the curtain and there she was, lying, unconscious, withered, and lifeless. I stood up, crying, wanting to approach her, but her family just pushed me away from her (they found out what happened because my friend said that I was with him at the bar).
I couldn't even go to her grave or her burial.
When no one was at her grave, I considered buying roses for her and placing them on top of her grave. I talked to her for a while, even though I knew I wouldn't get an answer from her.
When I returned home, I found the roses I had offered to Anne in her grave on the table, torn apart, as if someone had angrily returned them to me. I just cried because I knew she was still angry with me even as she died.
I'm so sorry for my Anne; I know there's nothing I can do but apologize, and I know no amount of apology and guilt will bring your life back. I've never cheated on you, and if I can't explain it to you, let me do it when my life on Earth is over; I'll look for you in heaven and explain everything to you.
We will continue our love story, which ended prematurely due to an incident you should not believe. I love you so much. Please don't give me all the flowers back. Accept the roses, please.
P.S. She died when she was run over by a car while trying to escape from me.
Liro.
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