Of Time and Death

I wanted to go to Louvre

“I wanted to go to Louvre…” She said as she continued to doodle the flowers in an open field on her little sketchbook. They were beautiful, the imagination she had was something that would always keep everyone in shock; she continued to doodle as I sat there quietly looking out of the large window next to her bed, I couldn’t really … face her in this state, I know I’m pathetic. “Maybe you will someday...” I said biting the bottom of my lips as I said that absurd lie, she just chuckled softly before she continued to doodle into her notebook.

“Where do you want to go?” she asked without looking up from her notebook, with little hesitation I replied with the same word I would always say when she would ask me the same question, “Home…” but, where was that home I would always answer? I have no idea… It was always killing me. My home was wherever she would be. Or that’s what I’d love to answer right now.

“You always say that” she chuckled as she continued to doodle the beautiful flowers, that would be on par with the ones in the Louvre right now. The world in her eyes was prettier, in her eyes the world had color and hope, in mine it was bleak and black and white. Despite that, the moments we spent together, although may seem insignificant right now, is something that would stay with me for a really long time.

“You know the world won’t end?” she said as I heard her little pen being put onto the table next to her, “What do you mean?” I asked and looked back, as I saw her holding up her picture, the beautiful Sunflowers decorated the field, and whenever I’d look at it, I would feel like I’m on that field in the middle of nowhere.

“Take it” she said “I can’t” I replied

“Why not?”

A silence emerged between the two of us as she continued to held her beautiful painting up in the air for me to take it, the silence was broken …

“Continue, even if I can’t. You’re Player Two in this story!”

she said with a small smile as I took the notebook from her hands. In my hand, I held someone’s life, I held someone’s motivation, inspiration…

“Hey… I’m going to Louvre”

She said before falling asleep again,

but this time, she wouldn’t wake up.