"Sing for me?" she barely whispered. I swallowed the lump on my throat as I nodded at her request, before holding her soft, cold hand.
"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down..." she smiled when she heard my voice and slowly closed her eyes. The speed of the heart monitor was decreasing, and I knew that any moment now, she won't wake up anymore.
"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now..." I sang rather painfully, watching as her breathing slowed down, until she took her last breath.
"Come morning light, you and I will be safe...and...sound."
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31 - April - 2015
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Pathos
General FictionPathos; Greek origin which means an emotion of sympathetic pity, an element in experience or in an artistic representation evoking pity or compassion. Compilation of short stories, drabbles, fluffs or poems with 100 words ( more or less ).
