His Name


 

     He smiled as he heard her utter his name, even though it wasn’t his real name, just an alias he used on a social media account. It sounded sweet, like her saying his name instantly made him a part of her, and her a part of him. His real name, he also had heard her uttering it a few years ago, in a socmed video. And because it was his real name, and although she uttered it casually, too, it sounded sweeter and slipped from her lips smoothly, as if his name had been in her mind for far too long, like she had always been meaning to say it.

     The fact that he would never hear her say his name again, real or not, after today, made it bittersweet.

     His smile grew wider, thankfully, no one was looking at him, when he heard her voice again, a bit tinged with melancholy, as she uttered his name again and spoke on how, even though they weren’t really close and hadn't met personally, she’d cherish the little interaction they had on social media.

     And then her voice started to fade and creep toward a vacuum as someone started to close his casket, and then he heard the thudding of soil against it, as everything around him went dark, with only the memory of the sound of her voice uttering his name serving as a faint light, the light that was now beckoning him…

 

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