Glassy-Eyed Girl, Nijika Cole [best historical biographies .txt] 📗

I take, she only got farther.
"Nika. Don't leave me, please." I said trying to keep my voice from breaking but failing.
She looked at me and she waved. I didn't understand what she meant. Then a strange blackness brought me to reality.
When I woke up, I heard crying. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me so I raised my head. I felt a tear roll to my cheek and my hand was cold. No, I was touching something cold. I realized what was cold. It was Nika's hand and the crying wasn't just my mind. At that time, I just wish I was not in the right mind because I never told them that I knew this was coming. In my dream, there was a sweet voice and it said, "Goodbye, Mark. You must let me go."
When I went back to the house, my parents met me at the door. They know I was grieving because parents know their children more than we children think they do. I was trying not to cry but my mother knew it was time for me to let my tears go. She hugged me and my father said that I can cry all I want now. I did as I was told and it was a really long night of crying.
I went to my computer and told myself she’s gone and that I shouldn’t try to look for Jyggie019 anymore. I was alone all again. This was what was wrong with me. I never got to have my wish to be with that wonderful person because maybe I wasn’t good enough.
Chapter X
A lot of people came to grieve for her death. Her parents cried but they were going to remarry for the sake of Peter. Peter went to me and told me, "I love Nika very much." I looked at the only shining star in the pitch-black sky and said, "I love Nika very much too." Even if I never told anyone before, someone knew. Someone knew that I fell in love with the glassy-eyed girl the first time I laid my eyes on her. That someone was no other that Nika because she told me in my dream too, "I love you too, Mark. I love you even if you have glasses or not. That's what I wanted to tell you all those times."
I'm now a different person. I am now wearing contacts because I couldn't bear the thought of having another person take them off someday. I'm not a nerd anymore too. I started socializing with people I only knew from afar and I thought were jerks. I have my own circle of friends as well. I also start getting along with my parents and get this, I'm going to have a new baby sister! They said they'll name it Jyggie and I didn't disapprove. I'll just make sure to protect her and keep her happy. I'm also happy now.
It's really sad she had to die to get her wish but she also granted my wish. I finally saw her eyes show happiness with her smile.
All of this I owe to Nika. All of this I owe to the Glassy-eyed Girl from once upon a time.

-The End of One Day we’ll meet-

When I closed the book, I felt a strange sadness. I touched the back cover of the book and written in pink ink was the word “again”. Actually, Nika wrote this. It was actually added in the back cover of the book after she died. I know it’s crazy but it’s true. She wanted me to know that even in the end of her journey, I wouldn’t be alone anymore.
“Dad?” I heard someone called from outside. It was Maqi.
“What is it Maqi?” I asked hoping he wouldn’t hear the sadness in my voice but parents also don’t know that children know their parents just as much as they know their children.
Maqi looked at me oddly and said, “Mom is looking for you.”
“I’ll be there in a minute.” I said motioning for him to leave.
Yes, I’m now married and have a son named Maqi. I named my son Maqi because this is what Nika Roberts wants and this is what the “other” Nika wants.
Today is August 19 and I’m celebrating two things, the day I met Nika Roberts and the day I met her again ten years after her death. I did meet her again; the same silver eyes and auburn hair and I met her the very same day, the 19th day of August only now it’s in 2019. The only big difference is that her name now is Nika Dio also known as my wife. BookChase was also the one who made our connection. Apparently, she read my book entitled, “One Day we’ll meet” and she’s been wishing to meet the author namely me. Think it’s coincidence or even impossible? Well, I think it’s fate.
-THE END-

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