His POV:
Was I alive, or was I dead?
At the time, I didn't know.
Numbness.
Nothing more than a agonizing darkness and the inability to move. How sad it was, this surely didn't feel like heaven; and it was too cold for it to be hell. Even at a time like this, I felt robbed of life and miserable. I couldn't even die peacefully. The one question that was indeed consuming every part of me was:
Was she alive?
She had to be. I made it to the hospital and I was sure of my screams being heard by at least one bystander. For the first time in my life, I had made an effort to do something for someone other than myself. I wouldn't accept her not being alive. My efforts could not possibly be in vain.
Serenity.
Finally, it was gone. The darkness, banished by the overwhelming light.
I actually felt good that I wasn't dead, not that being alive, in my situation, was that great either.
There it was, my reassurance that my efforts were not in vain, the motionless but alive body laying like a peaceful dove, on the bed beside me.
A small, but visible smile, now on my once forsaken body.
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That Day, Even an Angel Cried
RomansaLiving a life with his day numbered, Mason patiently awaited his death. With death now being a constant part of his life, he had no reason to live. Ember came into his life and gave his a reason to go on. His life now had meaning, a purpose which sh...
