It's like she spoke directly to my brain... as if she hadn't even opened her mouth to speak. If she did, I wasn't listening at all. I was focused on her eyes. They held so much emotion. So much understanding. She was an interesting specimen. We had met in the hospital a couple of months back. I had just gotten my first set of surgeries on my left hip from a devastating accident involving my wife and I. All I wanted was to be healthy. Be able to walk around. I was stuck in a bed, in the middle of a blank room, watching a channel that seemed to play the same program for a whole week. Antique Roadshow. What a daft program. Trading rich relics for a prompt fifteen minutes of TV fame.
Shortly after the accident, my wife decided it was time to retire from our chains of marriage. She filed for divorce. I guess she didn't want to care for someone who couldn't even walk to the bathroom without assistance. But then again, I always knew she was meeting with Mr.Lowry who lived just down the street, but I digress.
Her name was Priscilla. She was about five or six years my junior. Pretty with a small build. She had tight curls that went down a bit past her shoulder and golden skin. I enjoyed talking to her, even when my mind started to wander up to her eyes and my ears lost their ability to function. I was enraptured by our conversations, short or long.
Her voice was soft, but her feelings were strong. I spent the next few months getting to know her, and her, me. I found out that she had spent a good amount of her life in the hospital. She had a heart sickness. She had to be within ten miles of the hospital at all times. It was nice being able to take care of each other. To have someone care about my well being. Nothing was hidden between us.
The day she died was the day I left as well.
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