Beep. Beep. Beep.
Slow beeps resonated from the heart rate monitor beside the hospital bed. Steady they may sound, he was not convinced. They counted your every breath, every pulse, and every second till Death calls for you.
Death waits for no man, his mother used to say. He scoffs usually, ridiculous, truly. Death is only a figment of the imagination. Afterlife is just folklore, drawn to scare humans. Humans simply fade into darkness, atoms and particles bounded back into the universe.
Death, she said, was like a hooded figure with the power to pluck the souls of those whose time has come. You could say Death would look like how Hermione Granger has retold the story during the Golden Trio's stop in the living room of Xenophilius Lovegood. The Tales of the Three Brothers described Death as a hooded figure, sly and cunning as what Beedle the Bard had foretold.
But now, he believes his mother. This image of a brilliant and strong woman, reduced to a state of frailty. Death is coming for her, and he's coming fast.
"Whenever you're ready baby, let go. I love you. Remember that my little stargazer."
"Whenever you're ready."
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
"Goodbye, Momma. I love you."
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The Stargazer
RomanceStars never fail to fascinate him. They bring back beautiful memories of his mother, one who was claimed by the stars. Ever since that, he felt so empty and broken inside. He barely had any energy nor any will to whisper a simple hello to anyone, le...
