Love, Eternal | ✔️

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✮'  𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮  '✮

A steady, unrelenting beeping draws me out of my sleep. I stir in the bed, is this shit made out of rocks?

I try to open my eyes, wincing at the unexpected brightness.

I feel someone grab my hand, the sudden contact causing me to jump

"Agapití mou Persefóni, eísai xýpnios" My mother says rubbing my hand

(My dear Persephone, you're awake)

I raise my free hand to shield my eyes from the blinding light.

After a few minutes I'm able to open my eyes, finally adjusting to the light.

I don't even think seeing Jesus would be THAT blinding

I notice the bandages on my arms before taking in my surroundings.

I'm in a hospital, I continue looking around letting out a defeated sigh.

I'm such a failure, I can't even end my life correctly.

How pathetic

I force myself to look towards my momma, my father nowhere in sight

"Mamá?" I whisper, not sure if she heard me until she looks at me

Love fills her eyes as they meet mine.

My heart breaks

I take the chance to take in her features.

My momma is a woman who loves to keep up her appearances, always saying "To feel your best you must look your best,"

Today she's wearing her glasses. I've only seen her wear them when she's working from home late at night.

Her gorgeous brown locks thrown into a bun, it looking like it's been neglected for a few days.

Her gorgeous green eyes red and puffy, adorned with bags

When was the last time she slept?

Have I done this to her?

"Momma, I'm so sorry" I whisper, trying to blink back the tears

Regret hits me like a rogue wave, except I only regret the fact I failed

I have to be strong. If not for me then for my Momma.

She lets out a slight sob, bringing her hand over her mouth.

I can't bare to see the pain I caused her.

I avert my eyes, looking at the ceiling.

Such a nice ceiling

I wonder who made this immaculate ceiling

"Den peirázei moró mou, eísai edó tóra." She starts rubbing my hand in reassurance

(It's okay baby, you're here now.)

I only nod letting her know I'm listening.

"I have to go get the doctor, okay baby?"

"O-Okay"

I don't want to be alone, I'm always alone

Leaning over she plants a kiss my cheek before leaving, I give her a small smile in appreciation.

The memories flooding back the minute the door clicks, every word, hit, smell clogs my mind

A few minutes pass before she walks back in with the doctor