In the quiet of a hospital room, bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, Sarah lay cradled in the arms of death. Beside her, Peter stood vigil, his heart heavy with the weight of impending loss. Cancer had ravaged Sarah's body, leaving behind a mere shell of the vibrant woman he once knew.
Their love had weathered storms and conquered trials, but this battle was one they couldn't win. As Sarah's breaths grew shallow and her pulse weakened, Peter clung to her hand with desperation, as if by sheer willpower he could defy fate itself.
"I love you, Sarah," Peter whispered, his voice choked with emotion.
Sarah's eyes fluttered open, her gaze searching his face for solace. "I love you too, Peter. Always."
And with those final words, Sarah slipped away, leaving behind an echo of love that lingered in the empty spaces of Peter's shattered heart.
In the days that followed, Peter was consumed by grief—a relentless torrent that threatened to drown him in its depths. He wandered through the corridors of their memories, each step a painful reminder of the life they once shared.
But amidst the darkness, a flicker of light emerged—a letter from Sarah, penned in the final days of her life. With trembling hands, Peter unfolded the parchment, his heart racing with anticipation and dread.
"My dearest Peter," the letter began, each word a balm to his wounded soul. "If you're reading this, it means I'm gone. But know that my love for you will endure long after I've left this world."
Tears blurred Peter's vision as he continued to read, each sentence a testament to Sarah's unwavering affection. She spoke of their shared dreams and whispered promises, of a love that transcended the boundaries of time and space.
As Peter reached the final words of the letter, a sense of peace washed over him—a realization that though Sarah was gone, her love would always be his guiding light.
In the quiet of the night, beneath a blanket of stars, Peter whispered his own vows to the heavens above, his words carried on the wind like a prayer.
"I'll love you always, Sarah," he promised, his heart heavy yet hopeful. "Until we meet again."
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Un libro al azar/A random book
FantasíaA book with random short stories and some longer stories about a lot of things. You might find some random poetry in there too so don't mind that.
