Beep...Beep...Beep...
The darkness consumes my very eyelids and all I could think is how foolish I've become. In the near distance, I hear a voice yell out, "Clear!" and then my body electrifies with a shock.
Beep...Beep...Beep...
What's that sound?
Beep...Beep...Beep...
Oh right...I'm in the hospital.
"We're losing him!" a voice shouts from above me.
"His heart rate's dropping!" another voice shouts. It's suddenly so loud. All the movement from their shaken voices, and the trembling in their machines, begins to fill the air as it muffled my ears. And then... silence.
I open my eyes halfway. There you are in front of me. Beep. Melancholy spreads evenly within your eyes. Beep. But peace expressed itself in your smile. Beep.
"I'm sorry," I muster to whisper, but no one else could hear it. Beeeeeeep...
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The Prostitute in Me
General FictionThis is the beginning of a story where lust controls the hearts of the people around. Later they come to find that peace lies within the loss of their loved ones.
