"Marcelo, what are you carrying Marcelo? What are you doing? Marcelo, Marcelo, Marcelo!"

Marcelo ignored her and focused on writing his farewell letter.

Kharl got up from the bed completely naked; the bedsheet rolled down slowly to unveil her clear glittery yellow skin as she walked off the wooden casted bed, towards Marcelo.

"Marcelo, why are you whimpering? I thought we talked about this last night, my dear? You said you are calm with everything that has happened, right?"

Marcelo pulled off his lumber jacket and began to wipe off tear drops from his eyes. Kharl grabbed the jacket from him and wiped off physical pains from his face.

"Talk to me, Marcelo. I oblige you to talk to me, Marcelo.."

She muffled as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Please don't, don't. Don't cry my soulmate. Let me bear these pains alone. Moreover, I don't deserve differently, I don't deserve better."

"Why shouldn't I cry? If you will have to sit here, dressed like you're about to travel through the cold woods

the victims of the winter seasons

; weeping in absolute silence and writing this..."

She peeped into the letter.

"Farewell letter that says - what does it even say?"

"Please, you can't read it now. You can read it when I leave this building and walk into thin air."

"Mmm!"

"Can you do that for me please? Please."

"Okay."

Marcelo hurriedly placed his left palm on her hips.

"Promise me."

Kharl starred into his cold eyes and nod in agreement.

"I promise."

"Thank you - you will have to stand at the window and watch me until you see me no more; before you can read the letter and the poem attached to it."

Marcelo instructed as he stood and wore his lumber jacket. Then, He folded the scrolls and tossed them across the bed.

"Thank you for everything Kharl Axiel."

Kharl stood still and watched him pack up his luggage and walked out of the door without looking back. Two drops of tears rolled down her cheeks, and she wiped them off with her right arm as she walked to the window. She stood there and watched Marcelo walk deep into the woods, and never looked back.

When she had no sight of Marcelo, she walked to the scrolls, sat beside it; then she picked it up and unfolded it reluctantly.

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Dear Kharl Axiel,

The daughter of monsters, the child of the crown, the heavenly princess born into the home of the subjects so that I may get a chance to know her. Princess Kharl, the only soulmate that the maker made for his always lost son, Marcelo Depinn.

Growing up with you in this small village

Nutusel, The land behind the woods

is indeed a privilege that I'm just finding out it is. I have always known you are like an islet. My dear Kharl Axiel, I have always known that you are one in a million girls; having agreed to be sent to the poverty-lined side of the earth just to be with me.

Sweet Kharl Axiel, you thought me to hear beyond walls and see beyond lights.

You stood with me in the light, and waited for me patiently; all the times I crossed the line and confined in darkness. You always stood and waited patiently for me until I crossed to never return. Now without you, my tomorrow is dark forever.

I have lost myself numerous times and never had many regrets; because it is nothing but destiny winning every inch of the war.

Losing you was never my greatest fear but now, it is my second worst regret. The worst is losing you to an animal-faced monster, the worst person you ever wish to be with. Now I understand you would rather end up with a monster than any other human. Oh! My love, my dearest lover; had I known, I would have been better. Had I known?

Just like the game of the lost souls, I shall walk through the woods before sunrise without food and water. I shall walk until I'm punished enough. I have taken five bottles of grog, I want to be so drunk when the undertaker approaches me and I shall recite our poem to him.

Yours love abuser,

Marcelo Depinn.

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Many spits bitchy words on there,

But thou still shows they face

In the lights;

With pesky pride and gratification.

Thou are ultimately shameless;

No fear,

No respect,

No regards.

Thou have not iota of empathy and pity,

And lacks an emotional quotient.

Always edgy to seize a breath.

Do thou ever have grave misgivings,

The undertaker?

Do thou ever have a qualm,

The Undertaker?

Why can thou not be bid,

The undertaker?

I cannot exercise my exasperation,

And how much I forbid thee.

But before thou frizzles out my time,

I implore thee that I bid lovers farewell.

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Author's note:

Hey guys! I wrote this poem after the death of my younger brother, his name was Chinagorom ; he was just about a month old when we lost him to death.

I vehemently believed that he was taken forcefully by The Undertaker.  This poem is a protect of  anger and dismay. I was so angry and disheartened when I got home as a 13year old kid and met my younger brother lying cold. I touched his skin and the tissues were not active to hold his skin.

THIS STORY IS SPECIALLY DEDICATED TO MY LATE BROTHER, ONYEABOR CHINAGOROM and my kindhearted Godmother, CHIEF MRS. UDEFUNA CHIZOBA

'PREPARE FOR THE UNKNOWN BY STUDYING HOW OTHERS IN THE PAST HAVE COPED WITH THE UNFORESEEABLE AND THE UNPREDICTABLE.'

General George S. Patton

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