She comes here every day.
She sits next to me for hours.
She loves me, that I know.
She thinks I am dead.
She talks to me.
She thinks I can't hear her but I do.
She thinks I can't hear her crying.
She thinks I can't feel her tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
She is being told that they want to turn off the machines.
She wants the best for me.
She wants me to be safe.
She wants me to die peacefully.
She wants to be there and watch the life fade out of me.
She is waiting for a sign.
She wants me to try to tell her that I am alive.
But I can't.
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Spirit of Rebellion [Young Writers Short Story Entry]
Short StoryDeath beats life. Or does it? This is a story of pain, numbness, willpower and miracles. It sheds light on an intense struggle against time and forces that are presumably beyond our influence, while showcasing the power of unconditional love for lif...
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