WHEN BREATH BECOMES AIR

DON'T YOU EVER STOP TALKING BACK TO ME

I kept on looking at the ICU door, expecting my mom to show up and drop the act by saying,"It wasn't real,it was just an act, sorry for scaring you". But deep inside I knew that my expectations were fake and all this fucking shit was true.
Tears began to flow my already tear stained face, everything in my beautiful kingdom is breaking down, piece by piece, brick by brick.
I couldn't stop these tears, my vision blurred and I drifted my eyes from that door of death to these floor.
I tried my best to drift my mind from these shitty thoughts by thinking awkward thoughts such as,"The marble floor looks great" or " The staff is not working seriously, there is this dust particle on the floor", it might look a wonderful idea but only I knew how stupid and useless it felt.
Soon the memories of me and my mom in our perfect old happier than happiest moments conquered my mind.
"Lilli,dear wake up" said my mom with her honey sweet voice.
I said nothing but giggled from behind the curtains. Today was my 7th birthday and mom as usual, came to wake me up.
"If you don't get up, I will throw ice cold water on you" she said sightly annoyed.
My replica that made using the pillow, rested on my bed, covered in sheets.
My mom smiled and then threw that water on the curtain, behind which I was hiding.
"What the hell?!" I cried and now my mother was the one who was giggling whereas I was pouting.
"It's not fair" I cried again.
"Yeah, but is is fair to make a replica of yourself and try to fool your mother, don't you forget I am your mother" she said smiling.
"Yeah, I know" I said and my mom picked me up, swirled me in a circle and threw me gently on the bed, and last but not the least, giggled me until I cried the shit out of myself.
"Mom , if you don't stop right now, I swear I would never talk to you" I managed to cry between in my laughs.
She stopped at once and a serious unreadable emotion got plastered on her face.
"No matter what, I will never stop talking to you, dare you to ever stop talking me back to me. Promise me you would never ever stop talking back to me, no matter what"
"I promise mom I will never stop talking back to you, no matter what" o promised her.
"Mom, come back to me" I cried, tears wetting my tear strained face.
The doors opened wife and a panting figure emerged from it.
It was Theo.
"I searched almost every hospital in this area, and you are here, you didn't even bothered to call me . Are you out..." He trolled of looking at me and bent down, because I knew he knew what I felt like.
He knew my sorrows.
"Are you okay" he asked sounding all worried.
"My-my mom..." I said and began to cry like a two-year old.
"What happened, I just came to know that you and your mom were in an accident, as soon as I learned about the accident, I called you but you were not responding.I could not wait so I searched every hospital, I could and here you are" he said.
"She is in there"I told him pointing my eyes towards the ICU room.
"What?!?! What happened?" He asked.
"A truck hit our car on mom's side, pushing us down, I had just some minor injuries but mom, she had major injuries, a sharp iron pole pierced through her guts, she was operated and came in coma, but only two hours ago, she had a cardiac arrest, a serious one. There is no news of her health from the doctors " I said breaking down completely.
I shoved my body deeper and deeper in his arms.
It was so warm, so comfy.
I forgot all my worries in his warm body.
It felt too good.
Just then Tiffany came out of the ICU room .
"Lilliane Wolf, your mother is no more" she said.
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So fellas, there is something I need to learn about myself, I can't really stop writing my book.
Even on holidays.
*Sighs and fist bumps in the air*
Poor Lilliane, her world is breaking down.
I feel too soory for her.
So I am thinking  should her dad commit suicide leaving her the only heir of the company or remarry, telling Lilliane, he needs a heir for his multi- billionaire company???
Comment your views to help.
Love you guys.
With lots of love
L. Wolf