A/N this has already been posted as my short story - ROMANCE so if you have read that feel free to skip this. I just wanted to keep all my short stories together.
"Don't let it end like this, tell them I said something. Something... motivational about this cruel, cruel world." Isabella said, her voice hoarse and broken. Mathew looked at her with glazed eyes that were brimming with beautiful tears, bitter, salty tears. His emotions were beyond words, he couldn't think of anything other than holding his wives frail, delicate hands. Oh, how those hands use to do some wonderful things!
They use to make pottery, sold for food. They use to tend to their garden, that had since become wild and overgrown, unkept while she'd been away in hospital. They use to read him stories of dragons and knights. They use to hold him, not just his physical body but his soul, as well.
Now they just lay weak and limp, bursting with blue veins and covered in dark patches speckled above her snowy skin.
Isabella's face was still but she smiled at him with her bright blue eyes, pools of wonder, oceans of innocence. Flashes of evening talks on her fathers porch sat on the swing came to his mind, the way she use to look up to him with the whole galaxy in those eyes. He could see each individual star twinkle and wink at him. Now he could only see one star and that was her.
She whispered something he couldn't hear. Be bent his head, shaking, to her ear. "I love you, Mathew Bennet. Goodbye, my darling. Tell them I said..." her words drifted with her breath as the monitor she was hooked up to by several drips beeped a loud and long deafening beep. His ears were numb to this, though. All he could hear was one heart beat - his own - and he could only smell her scent of sweet honeysuckle, not the cleaning products used to sterilise every room in the building.
Doctors and nurse rushed in, only to see their patient inhumanly still, and her husband next to her, laying down, eyes closed. His chest moved slightly with every slow intake of oxygen, the only sign he was still alive. But soon enough, his chest stopped moving, and the oxygen stopped being taken by him as his spirit left the room to join his wife above. He clasped her outstretched hand and the floated up together.
In another wing of the hospital, two babies cries could be heard all the way down the maze of hallways.
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Historia CortaA compilation of my short stories, will include romance, supernatural and possibly drama! Each chapter will be a short story. Won't be updated regularly though, my apologies.
