45 days
1,080 hours
64,800 minutes
3,888,000 seconds
His face is still pale, the colour has drained from his cheeks. His body is getting frailer by the day.
"Come on, please," I begged, clutching his hands tightly in mine. "Wake up. I love you, we all miss you." Tears welled in my eyes. "Come back to me, you don't belong here, you belong with me." I paused.
I couldn't hold it together any longer. I buried my head in my hands and sobbed silently.
Before long my legs began to cramp after sitting in the same position for too long. All the crying had exhausted me, I folded my arms on his bed and fell asleep.
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68 days.
1,632 hours
97,920 minutes
5,875,200 seconds
I felt like a small child, curled in a ball, sitting on the couch.
"Mum," I sobbed, hugging a pillow to my chest. "The doctor said, it would be unlikely that-" I couldn't finish my sentence.
"Oh honey," she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me towards her chest.
I squeezed my eyes tightly closed, letting the tears soak my lashes and run down my cheeks.
I couldn't imagine my life without him.
We were so happy a couple weeks ago and now our life had been torn apart, ripped in two and shredded, all because of one person's stupid decision. They probably would get a fine or a warning, possibly a couple years in jail if we were lucky, but that was it.
I was losing hope. It seemed so fleeting now. My hysteria had died, my hope was next.
"You have to eat," my mother reminded me.
"I know." I didn't have just myself to look after anymore.
"Please come back to us," I choked back a sob and placed a gentle hand on my stomach.
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216 Hours | #LoveinTragedy
RomanceSeconds tick by, as do the hours. It soon turns to days and all one has is hope. [trigger warning, this story hints at domestic violence, nothing graphic]
