the evening of their death ,
the nurses found their body from the terrace and moved it.
their rooms were now quiet.
the clock stopped ticking too.
soon , the patients found out that both of them were the one who gave the flowers around the hospitals.
so they held a farewell ceremony in the hospital , thanking them for the hope that they had given and wished them a good bye.
but little did they know that there were no good bye for them.
as it was no farewell.
their hopes and kindness stayed at the hospital.
keeping the atmosphere warm.
was there a next life for them?
no one knows.
what was their last words?
nobody knows except the both of them.
as their last words were the most precious thing that they shared.
no ,
the most precious thing that they shared,
was the time given by the clock.
the time that they spent during their last days.
and now the clock has stop ticking.
as their time has ran out.
THE END
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until our next life | Moon-Tama
Novella"do you believe that we have a next life?" she asked. Never had he thought about it once. "maybe now that i met you, i think i do." until our next life, a short story about a dying boy and girl.
