"I believe in reincarnation," I said.
"What?" she was really shocked "Why?"
"You know, we're energy, right?"
"Yeah, right," she replied, not entirely convinced.
"Energy is everything and circulates around us. So we're energy. We can change into a different form. We can go back. We can reincarnate."
Her eyes lit up, as if someone had enlightened her mind.
"I think now I understand what you mean."
She narrowed her eyes as if analyzing.
"So will we see each other again?" she asked with tears in her eyes, "in the next life?" she said it weakly and she looked up at the ceiling.
"Yes, of course," I said, placing my hand on hers "There is no other option."
My tear fell on her cannula and I heard an uninterrupted sound.
I was shocked that this was already happening. At that time.
I looked at her, then at the cardio screen.
Her gaze was blank.
I only saw a steady, straight, horizontal line on the screen and a steady beep.
I froze for a moment, motionless and breathless.
Then I gently closed her eyes.
And I noticed a little smile on her face.
I smiled involuntarily.
But even so, I felt my stomach try to tear out of me because of the pain that was building up there. That pain was moving towards my lungs.
She's dead.
It's the end.
For now.
I choked out the only heavy one:
"See you later."
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Unwavering faith
Short StoryIt is a short story about platonic love, friendship, belief, helplessness and, above all, reincarnation.