At fifty one,
I decided that I didn't want to go to the hospital and I just wanted to be hospitalise in our small little house. I was getting older and older, aren't I? And I indeed got weaker and weaker each day. I wasn't scared of the death anymore though. Simply because I let go the fact that I'd die sooner or later. You never left my side and I was happy for that. I never wanted you to leave me again, Evan. That's because I loved you.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
Short StoryAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
