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The Fated Couple - Chapter 4

 

Year 1949

Rose

11th November, 1945 was the day when me and John finally got married. It was one of my happiest moments of life. He got down on his knees with tears in his eyes, he confessed and I knew that this was meant to be.

There were many times I felt John would hide a deep sorrow within himself and something about that would always make me anxious. It was truly strange, when I met John, he looked through me as if he knew me. My favourites, habits and even my quirks he knew it all. Being with him felt natural.

We were blissful until I found John one night writing something in his journal, he had a sad aura arround him as if he was counting his days as he looked outside the window. As soon as John went to bed. I searched our study to find his journal, I wanted to know why he looked so defeated and once I did everything suddenly made sense...

The journal had our moments of his past and my future. His accounts of us were simply beautiful. According to his journal, I would be diagnosed with pneumonia and without my help in the past he would lose himself. And I couldn't let it happen at any cost.

I closed the diary and made up my mind. 
...

"Hey John, what are you hiding in the garage. You have practically been working on it for over years now".

"Uh.. it's nothing important. You don't have to worry about it".

"Sure I understand, well I'll be back with lunch".

I knew pressuring him will only make him doubt me. So I decided against asking questions. 

Before I knew it, the coughing fits started and when I looked into my napkin, it had blood stains. It was time.
...

I woke up in the middle of the night, kissing John lightly on the forehead, I headed towards the garage. I wore the blue dress which was mentioned in the journal and wrote one final letter to my dear husband.

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