"He's dying."
Two words you never want to hear. Especially when someone has your heart locked up in a cage that you know will be broken when those words pass their ears.
"Is there anything we can do?" She begs, looking down at the boy who gave her the cage years and years ago.
"I'm afraid not," the doctor looks sympathetic, but in reality, he's recited these words thousands of times to the point where they don't phase him anymore.
But I'm alive. I'm right here, baby. I try telling the girl who's eyes are quickly filling with tears. Her legs can't hold her weight anymore as the sound of her knees hitting the floor breaks the heart of everybody.
The doctor puts a comforting hand on her shoulder before leaving the room, letting it fall silent besides her sobs and the slow beating of the heart monitor.
"You promised you'd never leave me," she sobs into my cold legs, desperately grabbing on to what life could possibly be left inside of me.
I didn't mean to. I'm sorry I let you down. I love you, sweetheart. Be good to yourself
"I don't want to live without you," she looks up to my closed eyes, waiting for them to pop back open and kiss the happiness back into her.
You have to, baby. But don't worry, you'll be with your Prince Charming again in a little while.
The doctor comes back in and slowly unplugs the heart monitor. Her cries become louder as he covers my face with a cloth, the realization that I'm truly gone finally settling into her heart. The doctor helps her waddle outside the room, her sobs becoming louder as she tries looking back at me.
"Seventy three years. We've been together seventy three years. He wanted to get me a necklace for our seventy third anniversary. He wanted to get it early, a week early, actually. I was supposed to get it today."
It's on your pillow with a note explaining how much you mean to me. You'll always be my Snow White. I love you. I'll see you soon.
And then she was gone.
