Random Stuff

Letting Go

She was hard to look at. I could barely recognise her. Her once rosy plump cheeks were now pale and sunken. Her eyes that once shone with life were now dull and glazed. Her arms stick thin and shaky.

I walked over and sat down next to her bed. The sheet a pale baby blue. Her hand lay open atop of them, the silver ring now tattered from the abuse of time. I laced her fingers in mine, joining the pair of metal together from my own hand. My mind wandered as i thought of the days she would pull me along to various places with these hands. My shoulder blades ached at the memories.

Lightly, she squeezed my hand. Looking over at her face, her thin lips formed a weak smile, as a teardrop slowly moistened her dry, wrinkled cheeks. She drew a shaky and pained breath. I leaned forward, listening intently over the sound of the blaring monitor, which now, slowed by each second. 

Her lips curved into the smile as she spoke. My eyes flow with hers. My grip tightened on her hand. My heart stopped with hers, as she whispered, 

"I love you"