It Wasn’t A Sequel To Begin With
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My 3rd novel wasn’t meant to be a sequel to the 2nd novel in the first place. Then something happened. Characters began to beg to be included in the story. Thus, a sequel was born.

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Everything Happens For A Reason

Submitted by on September 5, 2009 – 14:50No Comment

I walked along the corridor as I followed the nurse in front of me. She stopped in front of a door and said, “This is her room.” Then, she left in a hurry.

I stood there for some time, not knowing what to expect behind the door. Alas! I took a deep breath, grabbed hold of the knob, turned it and went in. There I saw my dear friend lying on the bed with a weak smile. I managed to return her smile before I slowly closed the door behind me. Then with weak steps, I walked to her side and sat down on the chair next to her bed.

She looked so different now. Her dark brown eyes were not sparkling like they used to. They looked sullen. And her lips were no longer red cherry, but dry. I thought I saw little cracks on those lips of hers. Seeing her that way really broke my heart, yet she welcomed me with one of her most sincere smiles. She muttered a soft hi, but I could not find my voice. No word was adequate. My heart was breaking into pieces as I looked into the eyes of the girl in front of me, so motionless and weak.

Viance used to be one of the most popular girl in school, she still is I supposed. Since she found out that she has leukemia, she has not been to school for some time. And I could tell that the crowd missed her a lot by the number of cards and flowers she received every day. The captain for the basketball team, the editor for the school paper, and the hottest girl in school was now lying on the bed looking all pale. Her silky black hair has gone, she has been losing them since she has fallen sick.

Slowly, I took her thin white hand in mine and time seemed to have stood still for a while as we looked each other in the eyes. Our sweet memories were sweeping past our minds. Suddenly, I shrank away, defeated, as tears formed in my eyes. I could not bear the sight of my best friend suffering when I could do nothing to help.

“It’s okay, girl! I know how you must be feeling inside, but it’s okay”, she said in a soft voice. I could barely hear her, but I did manage to grasp her words. And in my heart, I started to question God. Why did this illness has to strike Viance? Why did it has to happen to such a wonderful being like her? Where is God when she needed Him most? And tears slowly began to flow down my cheeks. I really could not hold back my tears anymore. I just cried by her side, wishing somehow I could have lessen the pain. Viance wiped away my tears with the back of her hand. I know I shouldn’t have cried, but I just couldn’t help it.

“I believe God has a reason to this, girl! So don’t think so much of it. Leukemia has taught me a lot about life, and I think it has taught my loved ones a lot too. I know He is near and He will take care of me”, Viance said as she patted my back. My best friend was stronger that I was in this situation.

Well, maybe she was right about what she said because when I looked into the coffin on the day of her funeral a week later, I thought she looked really beautiful. Dressed in her favorite dress and the hat I handmade for her, she looked so peaceful and serene. I am going to miss my dear friend but I knew that she is safe in the arms of the Lord now in heaven. And as I lay a red rose by her side, I know I’ll always look back fondly at those wonderful times we shared. May she rest in peace.

Originally written by Gina Yap Lai Yoong © 2006

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