Falling for her soul

 It is 1:30 pm here in Los Angeles, I am waiting in my apartment since sunrise, a message from her has still not arrived. I hear a sudden knock on the door, I rushed to the door to her. A letter from her, but not her. My heart has been yearning for a reply and here it is, whatever it says, “I still love her”. I tore apart the envelope to find her beautiful handwriting: Dear DustinEver since I have met you, you have been the light in my heart. I could never take a second of you getting hurt because of me. I want you to always remember that without you there is no me, without me, there will be no you. We complete each other, yet we are incomplete.Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be

I received a call from CBI Officer Jannett, they got a clue on Emma. I took the immediate flight to Las Vegas, with immense happiness and joy to find Emma. I rushed to the police station to see Jannett, and there it was. Something that I have been waiting for, a small remembrance. It was Emma’s handbag; they found her passport and phone in the bag. As I searched the bag, I noticed the book we had our first fight about, I noticed the polaroid of our first date and the ring I got engraved “D + E = Forever”. I could not breathe, Jannett ran for a glass of water. It was too late, I blacked out on the ground. As the paramedics are rushing me to the hospital, I felt like this was the end, where I will never see her again. I still could not breathe; the doctors and nurses were trying to revive me back.I could only hear her voice screaming, “Dustin, come back! You promised not to leave, please don’t go!” I was devastated,

As I inhale the air around me, the hospital environment makes me sick. I hear the screams of people in pain, the shouts of pregnant women, and cries from those who lost a loved one. My heart and mind are in warfighting of my tears and pain. After my last date with her that night, she never called back or messaged me. I wondered why she avoided me. Does she regret spending time with me or was it something I said? “I tried to stay away from her, I failed. I tried meeting new people, but I only saw her. My heart knew what it wanted, and I knew I had to fight my way to get it. The days with her feel like home, and home is where I always want to be, even if it is impossible.” I could not stop thinking while eating dinner with Jannett and Lucas. Lucas knew that Emma and I never spoke after our date, but he never asked why. Today he has several questions about how I kept contact with his sister, and what drove her permanently away from me.