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The nurse barely bats an eye at my entrance, but I feel her gaze following me as I walk past her, pitying.
I'm going through motions. Following the same path down the white hallway smelling disgustingly like antiseptic -- and death, some part of me sneers, just as another part of me whispers if he is part of this death -- that made me want to throw up, run away, or maybe close my eyes and pretend it never existed.
I open the door to room 44 and sit down next to the white bed, surrounded by white walls, white curtains, white machines. Hospitals are white, nauseatingly white.
I'm sick of white.
I open my mouth. No words come out.
I reach my hand towards his pale one, covered in tubes. Yet my hand never reaches its destination.
I want to say his name. I want to hold his hand. I want...
"Please... please wake up soon..." I whisper, my voice so silent it almost gets covered by the beeping sound of his heart monitor.
"Please..."
Mallory...
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NouvellesInspired by https://youtu.be/xqkit6VGC0k [Sakurairo Maru Koro] *** The scenery of blossoming life, the sounds of chattering out the door, the golden sunset above those rainbows, the snow falling like diamonds from the sky. You gave me all of these...
