Sunday, 13 December 2009

  • Is It Really Better Late Than Never?

    No one else was in the room with her, besides him. The lights were dim
    but he could still see her chest rise and fall with each breath. He
    couldn't sleep for watching her. If she was to die he was going to see
    her body take it's last breath. She had been his bestfriend for years
    now. They went through everything together. Now, she had hours to
    live. A cancerous tumor found on her brain days ago had caused all of
    this. Although he was raised in church, he found himself wondering if
    God even existed. How could he do this to her? She was an angel to
    him. So why wasn't she an angel to god? Even with the map of tubes and
    wires she was still beautiful. The rhymathic beeping of the machines
    gave him peace, and he fell asleep against his own will. He awoke at
    dawn, he quickly checked, she was still breathing. Her lips trembled
    as she spoke his name. I tear formed in his eye, and happiness fell
    upon his heart. For this was the first time she had been awake in thirty four
    hours. "Yes?" he said. "Do me one last favor." "Anything." "Hold me,
    I've wanted you to for years." He wiped away the tears and began to
    cuddle up to her. He had always secretly loved her but knew of no
    feelings she had for him besides friendship. "Let's watch the sunrise
    over the trees," she said. He held her tight. His arm around her, her
    head on his chest. "Im sorry," she said. "For what?" "For never telling
    you how I felt, I've loved you from the start." Those words griped his
    heart. He longed to hear them and now he finally had. "I love you too
    sweetheart," he whispered. She was crying now, "I always knew." The sun was
    raising over the trees as her body went limp. He watched her last
    breath leave her. He tryed to catch it but it was gone too soon. He
    closed her eyes and as he did his tears fell on to her cheeks and
    there their tears had become one. He gently kissed her soft lips and
    said goodbye one lastime. He held her body in his arms crying both
    tears of joy and sadness. He finally got to hold her and tell her how
    he felt. But it would be the one and only time he ever did.

Wednesday, 02 December 2009

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