Marrying the Killer of my Girlfriend
DISINTEGRATED

My world feels collapsed.

My tears had dried up and were unable to drip anymore.

Up ahead, my family and friends took turns knocking on my bedroom door since yesterday.

They try to encourage me and hug me. Some of them came with my favorite food, fruits and even money.

I keep flinching over my bed. Don't want to be disturbed.

I want to be alone.

I just want to disappear.

I want to catch up with you, Dio.

I'm not really strong anymore.

Crane.kring..

Phone's ringing. I don't know for a few hundred times. I haven't even checked it since yesterday.

I just want to be quiet.

Silence is drowning in my imagination.

Found Dio there, hugged him tightly. Not want to let go.

Dio has always protected me.

Dio was great and willing to sacrifice for me.

Dio, the man I've been dating for eight years and I'm supposed to be marrying tomorrow.

Dio, who is now lying in the grave due to a car accident yesterday.

Dio who left no message, except for one short message he sent me just before his life was taken away.

"Wait for me Selena."

I'm really devastated.

I've been waiting for you, Dio. All those years I've been by your side. Will you take me now to your world?

My bedroom door was knocked back. I'm still flinching. My view still does not change from the collage of photos on the walls of my room that I diligently fulfill.

It all contained portraits of me and Dio.

When we first met in college.

We celebrate our anniversary every year.

When we graduated college together.

When I had to take Dio to study abroad.

When Dio proposed to me, until we got pre-wedding.

Yes, this wall photo collage is our love history.

Of course our love did not go well. Many obstacles that we went through, especially from my family status that cannot be compared with his family.

At first, his family flatly rejected me. Dad is just a retired teacher, while mom is a tutoring teacher (pig) call.

I tried so hard to catch up with our family. I studied day and night for a scholarship to study at the best institution in the country. I worked to build a network until I was finally able to occupy the position of a young doctor in one of the private hospitals in the capital at this time.

Meanwhile, Dio came from a distinguished family. His father was a successful politician. His mother was a socialite while Dio himself was a prospective diplomat who was assigned to work at the Polish Embassy for the next three years.

Supposedly, after marriage later I will accompany him to build his career there. I should have been there to see him achieve the dream of becoming an ambassador in the next few years. While I, already plan to pursue a specialization degree in Poland as a psychiatrist.

Now, everything is no longer in use.

"Son."

Mother's voice was heard behind the door. I know it's not good to silence those who care deeply about me. However, I really do not have the courage to face the world at this moment.

I cannot accept everyone's mercy if I open the door. I've been broken enough and seeing them pity me will make me fall even more.

"Son, Dio's father and mother are coming. They.." mother's voice trembled unable to finish her words.

My eyes wide. A bad feeling immediately enveloped me hearing the sentence of the hanging mother.

Oh no, please don't make this worse.

I rushed to the door. I still hope all this is a dream.