Fiction Prompt: "Would you come to my funeral?"
"Dan, I'm going to tell you the truth. You only have months left. You have cancer and sad to say there's no cure it for now." The Doctor told me after I'm being hospitalized for long.
My world is getting darker knowing that I only have a short time to live in this world.
I dedicated myself to working so that I can help my family.
I refused to be involved in a relationship. I thought it will just hinder it from my goals. And now I'm dying alone. That's why my world is lonelier than anybody else.
I decided to go home to our province at least. I want to enjoy my life being in my family. I want to at least feel that I'm not alone this time.
That's what I thought but when I arrived home. No one is there, they have their own families while I was left behind.
I thought my life in our home will be different. But I guess it's just the same now that my parents were already dead. I am completely alone, lonely old dude.
Our home is near the ocean. I stay there for long rather than staying in our house. It just feels like suffocating me when I'm at the house.
While staying in front of the sea it gives me peace. It also makes me smile by seeing the children so happy playing.
The fishermen as well were so funny to see. They were helping each other in carrying their boats to go to the sea and to go to the land.
"If I just know that being in the province is this fun. I would choose to live here even though life here seems hard."
Staying most of the time in the shore I met people that became my friends. They are all so nice and they're willing to help despite the hardships in life.
My life in the province turned out to be lovely. I'm enjoying their company, having a nonsense conversation just to kill time. Drinking cheap liquors just to last longer the conversation.
"It was fun," I said to myself when I arrived home being alone again. And again the pain of my illness activated again. If I don't divert myself from something I'll start to feel the pain.
"So this is what you say happiness.
It's so simple yet what a wonderful feeling."
The next day I know I am looking in my own self. Everyone just passing me like they never saw me. I tried touching them but I couldn't reach them.
"What is this mean?"
People are crying and some of them are watching with so sad faces.
"Brother, why?"
I then realized that I was dead already when my brother is crying while calling me.
It's so sad to leave in this world seeing like this. Many people are there and some of them are really crying. It made me happy even though I'm crying because no matter how I force to come back alive, it won't happen.
I'm sad but I'm not lonely at all because there are people sympathize my death.
I thought I'm really but I guess I was just wrong.
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