On my Death Bed

On my Death Bed

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Zelia was living her last days in a private suite in a specialist private hospital. The only odd thing about this scene was that Zelia was smiling. Smiling in the face of death. As if to say, you have not caught me yet. A tale of love, life, romance and darkness was told over her last days, to a young trainee nurse, looking after her first real patient. No one knew how much joy, happiness, jealousy and pain, this secretive old lady's story would bring to those who hear it, especially the woman who was fortunate enough to hear it from the old lady's lips herself. The day Zelia got to the hospital and started telling her tale was the day the surrounding world changed for the better. Zelia lives on in the lives of all those her story touches and is forever remembered for her selfless ways and her sharp mind. Cover by @LaniMorrison
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"You're lying! She would never do such a thing." I was in denial as I shook my head repeatedly to clear my vision 'Stop please, do this at another time.' I pleaded with a cracked broken voice that made me sound so worthless and so vulnerable I could feel my heart trying to rip itself part into two different half's and it hurt. It hurt too much but I kept my mouth shut from crying out loud or letting even a small whimper escapee my parted lips "I'm not lying." He spoke tenderly eyeing me with his soft brown eyes as if I was a delicate rose captured inside a glass, ready to break apart at any given moment now

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