“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”
- Gautama Buddha
No one came to visit Matt that day. He slept alone, dreamt alone. Periodically a nurse would flutter into the room, checking his vitals, moving him to prevent bedsores, before leaving again. One nurse paused at Matt’s bedside and looked down at his peaceful face. “You’ve been here for a month, Matthew.” She murmured. “Your family and friends are missing you. You’re lucky to have people that care for you that much.” Then she left the room to see another patient.
The room was silent, except for the gentle hum of the machines. Outside, a cold rain drizzled onto Huntington Beach. It was just as cold in the sterile room, but this was a different kind.
In the shelter of his solitude, Matt dreamt alone.
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The Beach (Mimmy)
FanfictionOne more chance to say goodbye. That was all Matt wanted. Just a chance to say goodbye to his husband, then he could carry on with his life. But when his wish is granted, Matt is placed in a predicament he might not want to get himself out of. Is it...
