Nunca Te Olvidare -- FICTION (An Original Story)

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I met Jamie at a local coffee shop where I usually go before heading home after work. It all started with occasional nods that turned to smiles until eventually, we started sharing tables.

He was always quiet, always lost in deep thought. I always wanted to know what he was thinking of. 

I felt like I needed to know what he was thinking of.

Days and months went by, I grew a little attached to him. I never knew where he lived or where he came from. All I know is that he has become an integral part of my somewhat boring existence. We didn't talk much, we just spent the afternoons sitting there, staring at the nothingness. 

He held on to his cup. I held on to him.

I think we spoke through our silence. It's a kind of understanding that didn't need words. 

I felt it. We both felt it, I guess.

Until one day, he didn't show up.

I went on with our usual routine, although it felt different. I sat across an empty chair, staring at nothing. 

Holding on to nothing.

He showed up a few weeks later in the same spot where I first saw him, right where we spent countless afternoons together. His smile was different, I smiled back anyway.

We did the same thing, though it felt a little weird. He was staring at me, as if I was that void space he was admiring before.

I got up and excused myself. He got up and offered to walk me home.

When we reached my door, he sighed and held my hand.

He was cold. I didn't mind.

"Honey, I won't be able to look after you anymore."

I looked at him in confusion.

"I know you won't understand what I'm saying. And believe me, I never wanted to put you through this."

His voice cracked as if a sob was trying to escape from his throat. I could only stare at him.

"Listen," he whispered as he held my face with both hands, "You may not remember me, but please remember that I love you. I have always loved you. And I will never forget you... Nunca te olvidaré."

As he whispered the last words, I felt a numbing pain in my head.  Jamie vanished before my eyes, just as memories started to flash in the back of my mind. 

Crawling to see the light.

Pleading to be set free.

Asking me to remember.

Memories of me and Jamie from a long time ago. When we were younger, when we got married...

How could I even forget?

I slumped on the floor, screaming in pain. Pain that I could no longer recognize because of the overwhelming fact that I have lost my husband.

"Nunca te olvidaré."

My own voice echoed in my mind. Repeatedly.

Mocking me.

Haunting me.

Until now --

now that it's too late to remember.