Random Bursts of Emotions

The promise

   Breathe in. Breathe out.

   Repeat that again.

   Breathe in. Breathe out.

   He’s going to be okay, he’s going to be fine. No, he’s not going to die. I kept on repeating it over and over again like a mantra, trying to soothe my own worries. I paced back and forth in front of the ICU, biting my nails nervously. Suddenly, the doors flung open and I found myself grabbing the doctor’s hand, kneeling on the floor.

   Before even his parents could ask anything, I beat them to it. Gripping at his hand as if it was my own life, I sobbed uncontrollably. “IS HE GOING TO BE FINE?” I asked, my tears rolling down my cheeks.

   “Yes, he’s fine.”

   I sighed in relief. But then, the memory of me making the promise I made rushed into my mind. My heart broke, but he won’t have to know. I looked at his parents with a cold stare, bowed, and get gone from his life.