Life is a fragile thing and like everyone, I've known it for a long time but I never expected it to witness its fragility this closely...
Things take a nosedive so quickly, where probably four hours ago everything was fine and everyone was dreaming and happy, and relieved, not even four hours later everything comes crashing down and the beeps get slower and slower until there is nothing but silence in the room, even though every expert had said that the person was safe.
A person I'd seen since I learnt how to crawl, and I only remember their benign face, a person who I thought was the most strongest yet the most gentle-est person I'd ever known, whom I prided in because he was a soldier of my country, who taught me that a million words could be hidden in a silent smile, a person I'd never seen in anything but a smile... and now the last thing I remember of the person is a white sheet in an ambulance... Life is the most unfair thing to exist because it lets everyone hope, dream and feel relieved and the moment everyone's guard goes down, it takes away what it wants.
I know the person is in a better place now, the best spots of heaven because that's what they deserved. And it hasn't even been a day and I already wish I could time travel back because this void is unbearable.
