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Thursday, March 29, 2012

Let Go

Note:
Let Go is one of the short stories I wrote and published for The Star, our school's literary magazine. This is nothing personal. It's just a story I had in my mind. Thank you! :)

“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m good,” she says.

They know she is not okay. She knows they do. And she wonders why she always has to state the obvious, why she always has to answer and why she has to lie. She hates being asked that question. Not because she knows those questions are asked out of habit but because she is reminded of what has happened.

It was not her fault. It was not her fault that her father had to ask her to go fishing with him when she could have just gone out to the mall with her friends. It was not her fault that she had to freak out every time her father tried to teach her how to hook a worm to the bait. It was not her fault they caught the biggest fish she had ever laid eyes on her entire life. It was not her fault she almost fell off the boat. It was not her fault they had a good time. It was not her fault that she felt like a child again in his arms that day. It was not her fault that they had to go home late that day. And it was not her fault that her father had to look at her and tell her he loved her before seeing a big truck hit the car. It was not her fault that her father lost control and lost his life. And it was not her fault that only she survived.

It has been six years yet she still lies. She has let go and accepted her loss but being “okay” somehow makes her feel guilty. She knows it was not her fault but she blames herself. Every night, the last scene she has had with her father comes alive. “Should have, would have, and could have,” bombarded her thoughts. But she knows she can not do anything about it. And she knows she can not live like this forever.

She wants to be okay and she is pretty certain her father wants the same thing for her. She has sworn to herself that she will be okay. And she will be believable. She will be strong. She will smile and she will not lie.

“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m good,” she says with smile.

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