Leaving that day was the wisest decision. Brand new city, brand new hospital. She told him she was seeing her mother- but she ended up miles away, on her deathbed. Her left lung collapsed- it's not like she didn't expect it anyways. The doctors gave her seven years to live and she passed that limit a long time ago. A lung transplant could have been her salvation, but now it was too late.
Her functional lung was slowly drowning in blood, and she never ever had thought that she'd die alone, with no one by her side. Her biggest regret was that she was selfish enough, to meet the sweetest man ever, even go as far and make him fall in love with her, knowing pretty well that she won't stay in this world for long anymore. A tear rolled down her cheek, recalling the sweet month they spent together. He was so gentle, so caring, so smart and funny. She didn't deserve him.
A part of her knew that she'll love him forever, till infinity and back. He made her feel free. Feel wanted. Feel loved. He erased the loneliness she was feeling, all in the blink of an eye. She hated herself. He'll probably never know what happened, and live on, thinking that she ghosted him, thinking that he meant nothing to her, when in reality, he meant too much for her to tell him the ugly truth.
It was the sharp knife of a short life, and her final breaths. With every minute that was passing her breathing was getting heavier and heavier. Barely feeling her body anymore, she reached out for her phone, searching for his contact. She smiled; they had only one picture together, a picture they took when they were watching the city lights. A memory, a treasure.
Pressing on his name, she felt her heart tightening in her chest. She lost the battle.
With shaking hands, she managed to text him a short message, before feeling her lung tightening inside her body, flooded with her hot blood. More tears rolled down her face once she started to suffocate, but much to her surprise, she was smiling. She was smiling because she was happy ; she felt love before leaving and she was crying because he gave her so many reasons to stay but she couldn't.
A few nurses rushed inside, but they knew there wasn't anything more to do. It was too late.
Spotting her phone on the floor, one of them picked it up, her eyes watering upon seeing the unsent text that she wrote. She instantly knew how important this person was for her once she saw their picture together, a polaroid in her phone case. Hesitantly, she pressed send, before quietly placing the phone on the nightstand as the other nurses covering her lifeless body.
'Thank you for the memories' Sent ⏎
