The day was bleak and grey outside his window. He watched the windblown clouds scurrying across the sky as if they were racing to find someplace safe. He fought the sleep that was pulling him under like a bitch, not wanting to give in, and especially, not wanting to give up. But, these days, it seemed he had no choice. He lay, motionless, his arms limp and heavy as lead at his sides, his eyelids heavy too.
"Where are you ? I wish you were here." he whispered to himself, a relief to hear his own voice other than in his own head. "I wish you both were." The tears were thick, but not nearly fast enough for his liking. He mustered up what energy he had left to wipe them away, shaking his head. He would not give in to self pity, though what harm it would do at this stage of the game, he didn't know. He had made peace with the fact that his life would no longer be his in the next few days, maybe even hours. And in all of this life, he had made sure to be in the good graces of the Man upstairs. But this is what would happen on the rare occasion he was actually left alone. That's why nobody did, or wanted to, even when he insisted.
His overwrought mind went into overdrive, overthinking, overfeeling the pain of dying alone, as if it were possible to overfeel that particular one. It wasn't the actual dying that bothered him, it was the fact he would be alone. He knew he wasn't, there were people around him constantly, just not the ones that actually mattered. And nobody should die alone, or without having known love at some point in their life. He knew that so many did, so he counted himself lucky, in that respect. He had felt love, and in no small measure, recently, even.
But now, in this moment, he was wondering what it might feel like to be one of those free flying clouds, thinking he may soon get to find out. And for some reason, that thought alone, made him smile. A sigh escaped him, as he closed his more than weary eyes.
Soon, please.
Sooner, rather than later.
Later would be too late, anyway.
"Laurent, are you awake ? ...... Laurent ?" A nurse followed by a doctor came quietly towards him.
"I'm awake." He tried his best to smile. The doctor didn't need to try.
"We have one, Laurent. We have a heart waiting for you."
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Well ....... I like to start off on the sad foot ..... sorry ! No, this one will pull at your heart strings, but for all the right reasons. Tell me, tell me ...... x
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FREE FLYING HEARTS -- A collection of short stories from Tonig73
FanfictionThe Heart Wants, What The Heart Wants, And, Like Love, It Is A Fickle Thing. Strong As Steel, But Broken By A Single Tear, It Lives Out It's Days In Love And Hope . A Wild And Dangerous Thing, It Lives In A Cage. All With A Heart Theme, These Sto...
