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twenty five

One thing I've learned about life is that it always throws something unexpected at you.

Life has a way of beating you down,

of laughing in your face,

of trying to destroy you.

And I've had to deal with it first hand.

I had to deal with waiting at the front door,

trembling hands playing with my hair.

I had to deal with driving,

the rain pelting down on my windshield

and the tears adding on to it.

I had to deal with the funny smell

and the noises of being surrounded

by people who didn't seem to care

as much as I did,

because my life was on the line.

Technically it wasn't,

but he was my world, my everything.

The doctors stabilized him,

and he was fine.

He was supposed to recover.

But he didn't.

It was a thursday,

and he was to be released the next day,

and everything was supposed to be perfect.

But he got sick... again.

I rushed in,

and he looked so sick

not like the Max that I knew.

The beeping of the heart monitor,

the whirring of the machines

helping his collapsing lungs,

the mechanical noises you hear

in a hospital room.

"Baby, I don't think... I don't

think I'm going to make it."

And I tried my hardest not to cry.

"It's okay, Max."

"I-It's not o-okay... I made a vow

the day we got married

to love you, and to protect you,

and to take care of you.

And you're stuck with me like this."

"It really is okay, Max,

everything's going to be okay."

"I'm not going to be there anymore

and I won't be able to grow old

with you by my side."

"Max... you're going to be fine.

They're going to fix this.

I prom -- "

"Don't promise me something