loud cries were echoing in the white halls of the hallways where people wear pallid clothes. a bed was being rolled along the hallways where a body, lifeless lays on the white bed.
they tried to save him but they eventually failed. they tried to revived him when they saw the flat line but it never changed again. maybe all efforts of saving someone will be worthless when that person has no intention of saving himself.
a shook of the head.
a word from the lips.
it was what she only needed, perhaps not needed is more appropriate, to come into conclusion.
and with that conclusion, her tears fell and stained her cheeks as she cupped her mouth with her scanty hands. she almost dropped to the floors for her knees wobbled, giving up on her weight.
she ran and surge through the door. she still can't decipher that the once full of life guy was now just a figure, a remnant of someone now lost. a plain figure with no color in it.
she lost him.
will she lost herself in the process too?
