Going, Going, Gone [Completed]

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Darling,

I think today might be the day.

I can feel it in my gut.

I remember once you described it to me when my little sister was in the hospital, when you were convincing me that she would keep going.

"It's a feeling that's hard to explain. It's like your gut twists and your heart is pounding in your chest and you just.... know."

I remember watching you closely when you said that.

The way you moved your hands around in an attempt to describe the indescribable.

The way you're bangs would escape from behind your ear and occasionally you would leave them there, hanging like vines in a jungle of beauty.

The way your lips parted as you began to speak.

The way your eyes looked so sincere, and sympathetic, yet they were somewhat determined and confident.

The way you kept going, even when I was almost gone.

Darling, I'm just returning the favor.