Sun Rise

"The sun will rise again."

That's what he told me all those years ago. I always loved the way he said that. Sighing, I rocked the porch seat and watched the birds and squirrels  run around the yard in the early morning sun. My coffee in my grasp, I leaned against the pillows on the seat on the porch of our dream house. We had picked it together about five years ago before the Sickness came.

The Sickness struck four years ago and it quickly spread across the world. Thousands were dying and only a few were able to afford the cure. The first person I knew to have the Sickness was myself. It was a rainy day and I had just finished up work at the office when I suddenly collapsed as my colleagues told me.

I spent weeks in the hospital with him visiting everyday, bringing flowers and other thing he knew I loved. As the Sickness got worse, The doctors had to stop letting people in to see me, but late one night he broke into my room.

"I know a way to get money for The Cure. I'll have someone send the money to the doctors tomorrow morning, just you wait. You're going to be alright." That was the last thing he said to me before I blacked out. As he said, early the next morning, the doctors and nurses were hooking up the Cure to my IV. One of the nurses took a deep breathe before looking down at me.

"I have some bad newa about your husband..." She paused for a second. "The police found his body in a parking lot. His organs were all missing. They suspect he was jumped, murdered, and the organs were stolen right then and there. The police found this note on his corpse." The nurse handed me the note as tears rolled down my cheeks. My shaking hands unfolded the paper and my eyes scanned the frail paper.

"Love,

It's been two months since you had gotten the sickness and I knew I was running out of time. You didn't have long left, so I did what I could. I sold my body to the black market to get the money. As long as you survive, I don't care what happens to me. Don't worry, though, the sun will rise again.

                                                                                                                                                                                I love you,
                                            ■■■■■■■■"

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I hiccuped. The nurse rubbed my shoulder in an attempt to sooth my sadness.

"As for The Cure, a man that called himself your brother paid for it." I nodded as I leaned back into my bed. I remember thinking about how it was imoossible for my brother to pay for such an expensive cure, but then I realized that it wasn't my brother who had paid.

  I rocked the porch seat as the birds and squirrels ran around the yard in the early morning sun. My coffee in my grasp, I leaned against the pillows on the seat on our dream house's porch as I remembered.

"The sun will rise again."