I wrote this using a prompt I write while taking a writing class called, 'Six Word Stories'. It's pretty self-explanatory, they're basically just stories in six words. The prompt I used was, 'His heartbeat beats different than mine.' Hope you enjoy. Leave a comment, vote, or even follow me. It'd be nice.
His heartbeat beats different than mine. I hold his hand tightly in mine. I'm scared. I can hear hospital sounds. The beeping of the machine at his bedside. I don't know what it means. His heartbeat has been getting slower. Getting slower with each passing minute. I can tell it's hard for him to breathe. As hard as it is for him to breathe, I can tell it's even harder for him to smile. I can imagine it's hard to smile after all the pain you've endured, that you're still enduring, and it's still just so fucking hard to breathe. It's always hard to breathe, to live when you know you're going to die. But he smiles.
