I stare at the monitor. The lines continue to straighten its way. Never ending. As though I could not believe it enough, I touch the lines over the screen. This is really not a dream. I tell myself over and over. She’s really gone. Forever. She’s not coming back from the groceries. She’s not away to some trip she always planned for. No. she’s here, laying on the hospital sheets. Motionless. Not breathing. Dead.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4zXrofOuJs
My best friend is dead. It’s only when the wailings come to life that I notice the tears that are blurring my eyes. I stay there standing over the bed. Where the only person who ever saw me for who I am and accepted me is lying dead.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkAAXyWgRjk
I jolt when someone grabbed my arms, holding me in place. I didn’t realize the wailing noises came from me. Nothing seemed to matter anymore – the plans we made a week ago, our monthly appointment we always took to the salon, and the birthdays we always celebrated. Her birthday was today, and yet she chose this day to end her life. It’s ironic really. She was the lively one. The world beamed when she smiled. Her presence filled the room, and everyone loved her. Everyone but herself. Even I did not notice that until now. I was a fool to envy her. I should’ve been there for her. How have I overlooked that part in her that was suffering? My cries grew louder and louder as the nurses covered her body. I reached out to her face, and I hugged her hard, as though she will wake up if I shake her harder. But no, she is not coming back to me. There’s no god who can bring people back to life.
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