Silent Whispers

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lisa ;
why did fate have to rip us apart on the eve of our third anniversary?
the ring in my pocket is burning a hole through my heart.
i want you back.
i want to pick up where we left off.
— jungkook

i wake again in a white bed just like the one she was lying in.

it feels like i am the dead one now, dead by the cruel grasping hands of fate.

i remember something and raise a heavily bandaged hand with difficulty, feeling through the left breast pocket of my shirt. panic floods the empty heart-shaped shell beneath.

it's gone.

then i recall. they've changed me into a set of flannel hospital pyjamas.

of course it's gone.

what did i expect?

i call for a nurse. smiling sympathetically, she comes over, trailing behind her the heavy, suffocating scent of perfume.

lisa would never wear a scent like that. when she was in my arms, all she smelled like was clean, fresh lemon soap.

i ask my question. the nurse smiles wider and nods. then she leaves.