Just a Lie

Irresponsible crime

I woke up in a hospital bed. I leg hurted so much. It was like someone chopped it off. Hot tears building in my eyes because of the pain I was in. I looked around me. Nobody was there. Not even Tom. The room was empty. There was an empty bed next to mine. The beeping sound coming from the machines ringing through my ears and sun light making its way through the curtains to light up the room. I felt so weak and tired. I wanted to get up but I couldn't move a finger. My exhausted body refused my mind's commands.

I tried to speak but I was mute. I felt helpless at that moment. Not being able to move or speak. I felt vulnerable without Tom by my side. I felt scared because of what just happened.

My figure was reflecting on the glass. I looked at myself. I looked tired and weird.

My heart beating in the same rhythm as the sound of the rain falling to the ground in a hot summer night. My eyes taking a trip from one side to the other as my mind was working without stopping for a second. I would stop breathing for a bit while my body would desperately beg for air. My chest rising up and down distracted me.

I closed my eyes and begged my brain to shut down so it would let me sleep again.

*TOM'S POV*

While I was sitting on the corner of the waiting room I couldn't find a way to stop thinking about her. That terrible sight of her laying on the bed, her beautiful eyes closed and her chest rising each time she breathed.

Such a terrible sight. But she was still pretty. Her beauty never leaves her. Even when she is passed out on the hospital bed.

Nothing is softer than her heart which I know I ruined. I am ruined and I ruin others. I keep ruining the hearts of those who I love without an apology. I am born for ruining others and I can't help it. My heart was used to being ruined and I couldn't feel anymore. Until I met her. She has a way to make me feel the pain I am causing. I can't fun a way to describe it. It's new to me. Isn't it strange how you can change so suddenly and from being the perpetrator you become the victim.

Love is a million things they say. For me Gia is more than a million things. She is everything.

Oh Gia. Your teeth grinding as you pronounce her name:
    
Gee. A.

Oh Gia... our love was nothing but an irresponsible crime.