There's a kind of peace in the early mornings of a hospital as you sit in your loved one's room, looking out the window of the bustling world beyond. Time seemed to move slower here than in the outer world. The occasional coughs from the patient down the hall and the beeping of the various machines that indicated that they were preserving a body until its soul returned from purgatory have been comforting for the past six years.
The tears in my heart became the tears in my eyes as I contemplated if what I was doing was right. Maybe I can move some money around and hold out for another year to see what would happen! Or maybe I'm avoiding the enviable. My tears came as if my pain, at last, could no longer be contained in its confinement. The silver shimmers of my tears glistened against the skin of my face.
Over the past six years, there were times when my emotions left me feeling bruised and exhausted but I told myself it was all for you. I hoped you would come back to me, painting the world through your eyes. Most times I felt anger but I knew that was only my sadness in fight mode. It was my duty to protect you but I failed.
I was slowly poisoning myself with my thoughts and emotions, having them bottled up for so long. I had no shoulder to cry on no more, they all left. For the first year they all came, being supportive and giving encouraging words but as the years went on their lives continued while ours stood at a standstill.
"Mrs. Reed?"
"Yes!" I got up to face the doctor.
It was time! I've made up my mind. I listened half-heartedly to what the good doctor said, it was his recommendation why we were here. Was there really no hope left? His organs cannot function on their own without support, so what then is the point? So which was it? Was I drawing out death or preserving his body for his return?
Even in his state of unwell, his beauty radicates. A true sleeping beauty. As flowers to his beauty, he was often blind. He couldn't see what the world saw, he was beyond just a handsome face but a pure soul. To the dark heavens, your soul was a starlight, capturing everyone, especially through your paintings. Paintings that I refuse to let go of no matter how rough times were.
"Do you understand Mrs. Reed?",
"Yes, I understand. It is time to take him off life support!"
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BRAIN dead
Mystery / ThrillerIt seemed to have no concept of time, a space existing with no consequence or logic. Was this the Unseen One's doing? Was it the one they called God, responsible? Or was it that this reality was a reflection of who I am as a person? The book cover w...
