Prompt #48 - Over
It's over. After eighteen months of pokes, prods, invasions, treatments and side effects, she has faded into a shell of her former self. They say there's nothing left to do. All that remains is a drying out husk that faintly resembles the woman I've lived my life for. She's not there anymore. She can't respond to my hand holding hers; she doesn't notice when I kiss her brow. Fourteen days since Emaline last opened her eyes. Fourteen nights without dreams and days without thoughts leave no room for doubt and less room for hope. A machine beats her heart in rhythm, another breathes for her. Emaline deserves more dignity than this. My sweet deserves peace.
With the papers signed, 't's dotted and 'i's crossed, the buttons are pushed and there is silence in the room. I hear my heart beating. I hear my own breathing. Lonely sounds I can hardly bear. The doctor murmurs something about time, then they leave me alone.
Now it's truly over. She was my world.
With the papers signed, 't's dotted and 'i's crossed, the buttons are pushed and there is silence in the room. I hear my heart beating. I hear my own breathing. Lonely sounds I can hardly bear. The doctor murmurs something about time, then they leave me alone.
Now it's truly over. She was my world.