I grab the paper from his hand. I'm reading it thoroughly. I look at him with my surprised expression.
"Wait! You're giving the royalty of the ga? And it's 10% of it?! No, I don't want to."
Becker is playing with the edge of the paper with his finger.
"Please accept it. You're the only one who showed how good the ga I created, you showed your joyful expression and happiness for the last 8 months. That alone is enough for because my last wish is to be able to see soone's expression and their satisfaction from it. I knew that I won't be able to see everyone's expression, feelings, and opinions about the ga when it got released. But when I t you and you told that I have good taste for gas made realize that maybe you're the right person for my last wish. I'm sorry that you had to go all through that just for my selfish wish. But I'm not regretting it, not even once."
I look at him.
"No, it was a pleasure and I'm very grateful to be able to play your ga. If I didn't accept your invitation for that cup of coffee, maybe I won't be able to experience these blissful tis. Thank you for choosing ."
Becker gulps weakly and nods while smiling. I look at the docunt once again.
"I'll accept your last will."
Becker is pointing at the pen on the cabinet beside his bed. I grab it and sign my signature on the docunts. Then I hand the docunts back to him. He smiles and puts it back to where it should be. He looks at the door.
"Can you call my parents back in here?"
I nod and go to the door. I open it and his parents are looking at . Andrea approaches .
"You guys are done talking?"
I nod.
"Yes, ma'am. He wants you both to go back inside."
They both nod and go inside the room.
Becker gives the docunts to his parents. Sylvester grabs it and checks the docunts. He looks at my signature and he smiles. He looks at .
"So you agreed to his will. You don't have to worry about it. We both also agreed to it since you're the only person who has been with our son until now. We never thought that he would be satisfied with the ti he has left."
Andrea looks at and smiles while nodding with agreent. Becker is looking at .
"I want you to enjoy the ga to the fullest. I will leave my legacy to you. Please take care of the players for . That's my last request for you. Will you do that for ?"
I look at him and exhales deeply.
"Yes, I'll do that. Don't worry about it."
Becker smiles and closes his eyes. Andrea approaches him and puts her hand on his forehead. Sylvester sits beside him.
"He fell asleep again. You can leave, Mister Trevor. He won't wake up for a while."
I approach Becker and look at him for one last ti before I leave the room.
11 days have passed. I've been visiting the hospital every day as often as I could. Day by day I visited him, the paler and weaker he looks. Until I had a phone call from Andrea this early in the morning. Her voice was trembling and sobbing. I knew when I heard her voice that Becker is no longer with us anymore. I told to my manager that I won't be working today since I have to attend my friend's funeral. He understood and let took a day off. I went to becker's house wearing a black suit.
I park my car outside since there's no more parking spot inside his mansion. I walk inside and the servant knows since I've been coming here pretty often. He looks at with a very devastating expression and then he nods. I walk inside the mansion and the maids and servants are looking at with the sa expression. I'm holding my tears as hard as I can right now. Then Andrea approaches and imdiately hugs tightly. Her sobbing makes can't hold my tears anymore. Andrea removes her arms from and looks at .
"Thank you for coming."
I'm wiping my eyes and sniffing.
"No, ma'am. This will be the last ti I would be able to see him. Even if it's hard for , but I know it's harder for you, ma'am, and Mister Sylvester. I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am."
Andrea wipes her eyes with a handkerchief. She sniffs.
"Please follow ."
I follow her to the hall where Becker's body is inside a coffin. I approach his body and look at him. I'm crying once again and this ti I'm sobbing really hard. Sylvester approaches and puts his arm around . He pats my shoulder and I can hear his heavy breathing from holding his tears.
After listening to Sylvester's speech, we all on our way to the cetery to bury him. I'm still crying in my car while driving and follow the hearse to the cetery. Then we arrive at the cetery and I walk behind Becker's parents. We all standing around the square hole where they're going to bury his body. I wasn't paying attention to the other people who were attending the funeral, but now when I'm looking around, I see the CEO of the ga publisher that will be releasing the ga the day after tomorrow.
After Becker's burial, I'm planning to imdiately leave his grave but then Andrea and Sylvester stop . Andrea gives another hug and then Sylvester as well. He gives his contact to .
"Please if you need anything, don't be afraid to contact us. We said that we are grateful to you and that wasn't a lie. Again, thank you for being there for him until his last breath. He was smiling when talking about you before he fell asleep and breathed his last breath."
"Excuse , sir. Are you Trevor? Becker's friend?"
I turn around and he's the CEO of the ga publisher that I saw earlier.
"Yes, sir. I am."
He approaches and grabs his business card from his suit pockets. He gives his business card and I take it from his hand. He's looking at while fixing his suit.
"You're the only beta tester from Legacy of the Betelgeuse. I heard a lot from him. Yesterday I ca to visit him and he told to make you a special player. At first, I was reluctant to do so since you might abuse the ga and use the loophole for your own benefit as a beta tester, but after he explained everything that you helped him finishing the ga and adding features that will help the player, I accepted his proposal. Thank you for your services and improve the ga with him. Please contact us and give us your IGN so we will put your ID as a V.I.P. account. At least that's what we can do for you. We will prioritize your opinions and whatsoever about the ga."
I look at his business card and look at him.
"Thank you, I will rember this."
He nods and puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry for your loss. My condolences."
I nod and then he leaves.
I get inside my car and leave the cetery. I'm planning on drinking until I'm wasted for today. I still can't accept his death especially when I saw the people who were attending his funeral. Nobody that seed to be the sa age as him, nobody but his parent's friends. It's as if he has no friends, to begin with. If I knew about that I would spend more ti with him. If I knew that he has cancer I would spend more ti taking care of him in my free ti. But it's too late, I have nothing but feel regret.
I'm at the bar I always spend my ti here to forget the rough days I had. The bartender is looking at .
"Having another rough day today?"
I chuckle and smile.
"This is the roughest day I've ever had in my life. I lost a friend that I should've treasure more. Now I'm regretting it because I didn't."
He wipes the glasses and looks at . He pours a whiskey in a big glass and puts it in front of .
"That's one is on . I know how that feels, sir."
He is standing in front of .
"Can I give you a few words of mine?"
I grab the whiskey glass and take a sip. I nod.
"Sure, maybe that will help."
He still wiping the glass.
"Rather than regretting sothing that you didn't do, what about rembering the good tis you had with that person? Everyone has their own regrets, sir. If the last ti you saw that person is smiling before you leave, then that ans you made his day. If not, then at least you were there for them, sir."
I smile and look at him with my teary eyes.
"Thank you."
He nods.
"You're welco, sir."
He then leaves to serves another custor.
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