“Please! Please don’t leave me!” you cried, your English accent thick.
“Anna,” I breathed, “you can’t stay here any longer, I don’t want you to see me like this. Leave.”
“I-I can’t, I won’t Matt, not without you. I’m staying here with you,” you stated. You lifted your hands; reaching out. I clutched onto them and held them tight; savouring the feeling, the darkest parts of me knew I may never experience this again. I closed my eyes. All these years I have been battling, clinging to the one thread of hope that maybe one day things might be different. But my hope has vanished. It’s a speck of dust travelling with the wind. I have fallen into acceptance. Nobody has a chance, we mean nothing to death. We are all shadows on the wall of time, patiently waiting. And for me? The moment has come. …show more content…
Your hands trembled where they grasped me. Worry has sunk its gnarled teeth into you. You glanced up at me with eyes crowded with sorrow.
“You can’t do this to me, Matt,” your voice appeared shaky and fragile, it was the taste of a whisper. Every ounce of my mind is struggling against the grain of control I have, compelling me to stay. I can feel the words forming on my tongue. I shake my head, I couldn’t ever subject someone to a life of despair; fighting a clinical disease. “Anna,” I rested my forehead on yours, “you have no idea how much I love you. My gratitude for having met you is surpassed only by my amazement at the joy you bring to my life. Nothing will ever corrupt the love we have. I’ve written your name on the pages of my heart, reflected your face in the mirrors of my soul and displayed you in the galleries of my eyes. I love you, forever and always. But I’m perishing quickly and I don’t want your last memories of me to be like this. Please, go.”
Your sobs filled the quiet hospital air. “Promise me!” you pleaded, “promise me you’ll come back!”
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “I promise,” I
“Anna,” I breathed, “you can’t stay here any longer, I don’t want you to see me like this. Leave.”
“I-I can’t, I won’t Matt, not without you. I’m staying here with you,” you stated. You lifted your hands; reaching out. I clutched onto them and held them tight; savouring the feeling, the darkest parts of me knew I may never experience this again. I closed my eyes. All these years I have been battling, clinging to the one thread of hope that maybe one day things might be different. But my hope has vanished. It’s a speck of dust travelling with the wind. I have fallen into acceptance. Nobody has a chance, we mean nothing to death. We are all shadows on the wall of time, patiently waiting. And for me? The moment has come. …show more content…
Your hands trembled where they grasped me. Worry has sunk its gnarled teeth into you. You glanced up at me with eyes crowded with sorrow.
“You can’t do this to me, Matt,” your voice appeared shaky and fragile, it was the taste of a whisper. Every ounce of my mind is struggling against the grain of control I have, compelling me to stay. I can feel the words forming on my tongue. I shake my head, I couldn’t ever subject someone to a life of despair; fighting a clinical disease. “Anna,” I rested my forehead on yours, “you have no idea how much I love you. My gratitude for having met you is surpassed only by my amazement at the joy you bring to my life. Nothing will ever corrupt the love we have. I’ve written your name on the pages of my heart, reflected your face in the mirrors of my soul and displayed you in the galleries of my eyes. I love you, forever and always. But I’m perishing quickly and I don’t want your last memories of me to be like this. Please, go.”
Your sobs filled the quiet hospital air. “Promise me!” you pleaded, “promise me you’ll come back!”
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “I promise,” I