Clasp of life

I was scheduled to die in less than 24hrs from now. And the person who conspires to put me out of my miserable life is the one who put me through hell. His hell. My husband.

I didn't mind dying. I was rather happy to finally get this thing over with. You know, get over life.

But just when I was ready to rest in peace, I met her.

Her beautiful blue eyes glittered with tears bringing light to this moonless night. The cold breeze brought a shiver to her fragile tiny body. She looked nothing less than a porcelain doll, delicate and clean.

But she scared me when she looked at me with hope. Hope to save her. I laughed at this naive little girl. How was I to save her when I couldn't save myself?

Nevertheless, I extended my hand for her to take, and with some hesitation, she wrapped her whole hand around my one finger.

First time in my meaningless life I felt a spark. Spark of life enlightened in me with her one innocent touch. She made me want to live a little while longer with a small innocent promise, holding me tight to live with her, for her.

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