My hands always get a little sweaty during these kinda things, i don't like
being in these type of buildings because it just seems like everyone's
depressed. I mean in one room someone might be getting the best news of
their life and the next...getting the news of ending their life. so I just keep to
myself, walking down the hall following the blue line that directs the visitors
during visitation hours...Suddenly there i am, right in front of room 265.
hmm isn't that ironic, it kinda surprised me that i got here that fast but now
i'm just standing here like a weirdo, my mind tells me to knock on the cold
wooden door...but my hands keep silent, why am i just standing here? This
is the man i love after all, usually i would be running down the hall happy to see him...
but this time...i don't know...i just feel different all the sudden, but i
know i must see him before…... So i grip the bouquet of dahlias (his
favorite) and gather myself, so i Raise my hand to the door and give three
rhythmic knocks, the familiar voice telling me to come in, i slowly open the
door and there he is...sitting in bed, everything around seems so
depressing...the monotone beeps from the machines to the bland couches
in the room and the windows with blue washed sunlight slipping through the
blinds hitting the white tiles on the floor. Yet his face is the most energetic
thing in the room, radiating light...That smile...who couldn't love him...and
three simple words come out his mouth….“well hello love”...
The earliest memory i can recall of us is early in the morning. The gentle
breeze of the california wind coming through the balcony doors (someone
forgot to close them again) and there i lay with him, in our soft bed that i
love so dearly. My head on his chest feeling his gentle heart beat and my
arm laying across his warm body and his arms around me so securely and
so tight..in that moment i felt so safe, like i never wanted to leave this bed.
Being with him no matter what time made me feel so at ease with myself
and the world around me...it was like whenever i'm with him i feel like the
colors of the world are so much more colorful, like they are bursting with
saturation and contrast that it's blinding...yet i love to stare at all of it. I tell myself just a few more minutes of peace and quiet with him...but that
seems to pass by so fast. So i drag my limp body out of bed.
( I hope whoever reads this enjoys. Ik it's not much but it gets more interesting I promise.. Gotta build the base of the story first 😌❤️)
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RomanceWhat would you do if the person you loved most in your life was ripped away from you, how can you function when the person who kept you ticking is plucked away in an instant, how can you ever find yourself again?
