It’s been two years. Since he has been gone. Not a day goes by without me thinking of him. If only he hadn’t gotten on that plane..
It was May 17th at 12.05pm harry boarded his plane. I never liked planes. I always had a bed feeling about them. Harry and I were sitting in the airport, waiting for him to board his plane. “Flight 105 to los Angeles is now boarding” came through the speakers. Harry and I stood up. Our hands entwined. “Don’t go... I said with tears in my eyes... Harry looked me in the eyes “Everything will be fine baby, I promise. I have been on a plane plenty of times to know it’s safe. A tear slipped from my eye. “Ill Miss You Harry. “I’ll Miss you to. Harry whipped away my tear.
“I love you...” he finally said...
If only I knew they were going to be his last words...
Harry walked through the terminal and onto the plane. I was extremely nervous. I stood there looking out the window and looking at Harry’s plane. I wanted to make sure he got into the air safely. The aircrafts engine started up. The plane slowly steered out of the loading bay. It went around the corner to get a run up before it took off. I waited for a good 5 minutes before I saw his air craft in the corner of my eye. I watch it take place down the run way. It fastly took off down the run way, it was about to reach the end.
When it ended. The air craft blew up in flames and parts flew everywhere. “HARRY!!!!” I screamed and fell to my knees. Staff members and ambulance ran out the door and towards the plane. One of the staff members came by my side to try and comfort me. But all I could see what the plane in flames... no sign of people. I was in hysterics. I was hardly breathing. And the next thing in saw was a syringe going into my arm. And it all went black.
I woke up, with machines next to me. I slowly sat up. The doctor woke up. “What happened I asked?” “You were at the airport when you saw your husband’s plane blow up.” “Your fine, you can go when you’re ready. “H-harry... is he O-okay?” I tried to say but my voice kept breaking. The doctor took a deep breath. “Harry is in an extremely bad condition. He has burns all over his face and is on life support, we are trying to do everything we can to save him.” “Tears fell from my eyes... “Can I see him?” I slowly asked... And the doctor led me to him room. We stopped at his door and he nodded at me. I opened the door and there I saw harry. Lying there... Burns on his arms and on his face. Machines surrounded him and his life support machine was next to him. I walked over to him and sat by his side. I took his hands.. I stared at him.. Out of all the people why harry?
He looked so innocently peaceful lying there. Just as he was sleeping. I just broke down in tears. “Why!?” I repeated... as time passed harry remained in the same position as he was 4 hours ago. The doctor came in and asked for me to come outside. So I stood up. Letting go of Harry’s hand. “Harry isn’t going to make it.. his body is to weak.” The doctor finally said.
“Yes he can. I know he can… he can’t go..”
“Im sorry. But we can’t keep him. There is no use.”
I cryed.. a lot.
My boyfriend was going to die.
“Do you want to do it?..... put the plug?” the doctor finally asked..
I nodded..
I went back into the room. I took harrys hand and spoke to him.
“I love you harry. so much. You don’t deserve this. I took a deep breath. “I don’t want to do it. But I have no choice..”.. “ I will see you again.. Someday.. Wait for me? I kissed him.. one last time.
I stood up. And looked at him one last time.. I grabbed the cord. I pulled it. It stopped beeping. Harrys chest stopped going up and down. The noise of no heatbeat filled the room..
Harry was gone..
