I entered the silent sterile room. My feet sounded like car crashes
(Kerplow bitch)
amongst the white tiles. White. I had learned to hate the color. White walls, white tiles, white bed, white sheets, white table, white chair. The only splash of color was y/n's h/c hair, spilled out on the pillow. Her breaths were shallow. I sighed sadly. I inched slowly towards her. For some reason I felt like I had to be quiet. As if she were the last petal on a flower. Wilting. Anything could make it fall off. I sat in the chair. I reached out and touched her cold hand.
"Baby." I small tear hit the floor splattering against the white tile.
"There going to pull the plug today." Silence filled the air, making the room heavy with grief.
"God damnit." I hung my head and rested my forehead on her arm.
"I love you."
