We lay side-by-side, our days in battled had sentenced us here. His dying hand still intertwined with my own. Labored breathing and the sound of heart monitors were the only things that broke the silence. He was fighting, again, clinging to life by will power alone it seemed. I looked upon his face, grimaced with pain, and knew this was the end. "You can go home without me." I said lowly. In another moment I heard the dreaded sound of the monitor flat line. Doctors rushed in to try and revive him but it was too late. As they left, I was alone in the silence. My ears had stopped listing to the chaos around me. I felt myself fading and I didn't fight it. In a moment, I heard a voice I knew. The voice filled the space I was in and I felt a hand again intertwine with my own. "Welcome home."
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Depths of my mind
RandomCompilation of things ive written. PLease don't steal and if you want to use it just ask :) Please give it a read. There are darker themes within this, so please be aware of that.
