Gently, I placed my hand on hers. I dared not disturb her when she looked so peaceful and yet I couldn't help but find comfort in the contact. Somehow, I felt as if this may the last chance I would get. Her eyelids flickered weakly but remained closed. I imagined her lips had turned up softly at the corners, a gentle smile.
Beep, Beep, Beep…........
I looked up the monitor. My mouth went dry. Such a familiar and oddly comforting sound that sound had been. I gripped her hand, so small, so fragile.
Shouts. People, lots of people, rushed into the cubicle. I was dragged away as I watched the frantic scene unfold. My own voice joined the fray but only the one lady stayed by me. A stranger, telling me to stay back, a hand on my arm as if to restrain me. But I did not pull away, it would not have helped. Her bed was wheeled away. I stood and watched, my voice holding all of the love in my world.
I will see you again, one day, my love.
A Writer's Tale
Scarlett Van Dijk
Writer of young adult, fantasy series, the Sky Stone series, poetry and short stories.
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