I met Samar 5 years ago. We connected instantly and our chemistry was magical. It was hardly any time before we fell madly in love with each other. We fitted like jigsaw puzzles, completing each other's lives. It was perfect. We got engaged 6 months back and were supposed to get married in December. Everything was overwhelming. We were planning our wedding and thinking about our future together.
Samar had this very cute gesture I adored. Whenever we fought, he'd wait for me to go to bed and then he'd wrap me in his arms from behind, like spooning. That was his way of telling me that no matter how mad you get at me, I'll always be with you and keep you safe. And whenever I'd feel low, he'd sing to me, rather whistle beautiful tunes.
I loved my life when Samar was a part of it. We were really happy, but a sudden disaster changed everything. On 5th march 2013, Samar was on his way to work when his bike met with an accident. He was rushed to the hospital but he couldn't be saved. I lost him. What made me write this, is what followed.
At Samar's funeral, I broke down and got mad at him for leaving me suddenly. I was more angry than sad. I asked my parents if I could stay at Samar's apartment alone for some time. When I got there I was tired and I still showed my anger towards him, looking at every picture in the apartment. I was talking to myself, but it was as if I was fighting with him. I lied down on his bed and was drifting off to sleep when I felt something. It was as if something was around my waist. I couldn't really figure if it was real or if I was dreaming, but then suddenly I felt someone's breath on my neck. That woke me up completely and I sprang out of the bed. I knew it was real. It was him. I lied down again, hoping he'd hold me again. But it didn't happen that day.
After a few days when I had lost the will to live and was completely depressed, I heard a distant but continuous whistling. I searched the whole apartment, looked around outside but found nothing.
I still feel Samar's presence around me at times. It's not very frequent, but it is what keeps me going for now. Death has separated us but he's making a point that he's still with me, keeping me safe.
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