The clock ticked thirteen, but the time seems to have stopped right at this moment. Seconds feel like a minute, and a minute feels like an hour, and every hour appears to be a lifetime.Every little thing around me looks so dismal as if a force is binding my mind and my soul into its grasp, and there is nothing I can do to change it other than stay immobile with dismal thoughts in my mind, waiting for someone to release me from this strong restraining hold. Surprisingly, this restraint is also something that keeps my reasoning, which is packed with all the dark and sad thoughts that are packed in my mind,But somewhere in my heart, there is also a hope that makes me believe that this time everything will go well and that nothing wrong will happen with Brandon, as it happened to Jared in the past.I know that right now, when I'm here occupied with my own thoughts, Brandon is fighting for life.I turned my eyes, looking at the operation room with the door closed, where Brandon and a tea
"JARED" words came out of my lips as my eyes opened, waking me up from my slumber stage. I rolled my eyes, looking around my surroundings, noticing that I was no longer in the meadows that I was in but in the hospital, sitting on an iron chair that I had been sitting in before."Jared," I mumbled slowly, tugging my hair tortuously. I saw Jared meet him after five years, and the way he was talking to me felt so real. It felt like he was alive and there for me by my side, helping and guiding me through my life even after his death. No words can describe how I'm feeling right now, seeing someone I love more than my life being present in front of me, talking to me, and cheering me on to live life.I don't know how to feel right now. I touched my face to the place where Jared's hands touched me, using his fingers to wipe my tears, but sadly, all that was my dream and not reality.Waiting, waiting, and more waiting. This is all I can do at this moment, making me pessimistic with every passi
Weeks have passed since then and there has been no hope of Brandon coming out of the coma. I don’t know what to do or expect at this point. With every passing day, my hope seems to shatter badly. Every day seems the same, I go to the hospital sitting beside Brandon, holding hands, in the hope of sensing some moments in his body, but every day there doesn’t seem to be any change in his condition. But I try my best to fight to not lose hope. I search for any signs of progress, clinging to the smallest glimmers of hope. Hope that everything will be alright. For once again Brandon will be with his kids with me. He will be normal. And I will keep fighting until the very end, for everyone that’s precious in my life. I remind myself of the beautiful memories we've shared together, the laughter and joy that filled our days. These memories fuel my determination to never give up on Brandon's recovery. I remember my conversation with Mrs. Samuel early today. Mrs. Samuel called me, holding a b
I took a deep breath before entering Brandon’s room.Every day, I come here, hoping for him to wake up and smile at him like he always used to, but nothing changes. He is still on his bed, lying lifeless. I shook my head. Plastering a smile on my face, I walk over to his bedside and gently hold his hand, hoping that somehow my presence can bring him comfort. Deep down, I know that even though he may not respond, my love and support are still reaching him in some way.“Look, Mrs. Samuel picked these flowers for you. See,” I brought flowers close to his face, hoping he would open his eyes. But his eyelids remained closed, unmoving. I sighed softly, placing the flowers in a vase on the bedside table, knowing that even if he couldn't physically see them, the gesture was a reminder of the beauty and love that still surrounded him.I shook my head, trying my best to smile, even though it hurt to see him like this. I reached out and gently held his hand, hoping that my touch would provide so
Rebirth, being born again. I don’t know how true this term itself is, but after experiencing a near-death moment, I can say that the word 'rebirth' does hold deep meaning for me. It was a life-altering event that made me realize the fragility of existence and the importance of cherishing every moment. The near-death experience served as a wake-up call, propelling me to embrace life with renewed vigor and gratitude.Before entering the operating room, there wasn’t much thought in my mind. I was simply going through the motions, unaware of the profound impact that awaited me. However, as I lay on the operating table, my perspective shifted drastically. The fear and uncertainty consumed me, forcing me to confront my mortality head-on.I didn’t even know if I would come out alive. At that moment alone, I lost all my remaining hope for life. I was helpless that I couldn’t do anything good for my family, leaving them all alone. But still, there was hope that nothing bad would happen, and no
I don’t know why, but I’m nervous today. My heart’s beating very fast with my palms sweating. I can feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, making it difficult to stay calm. It's as if there's an unexplainable sense of anticipation in the air, heightening my unease. Why, this is just Brandon. I have met him a million times, but I have never felt anything like I’m feeling now. As I try to gather my thoughts, I realize that this nervousness might stem from the fact that Brandon has been acting differently lately. His usual warm smile and friendly demeanor had been replaced with a distant and mysterious aura.No, it's just my imagination. I'm probably overthinking things. Maybe he's just going through a rough patch after the surgery.Standing in front of Brandon’s hospital room, I couldn’t even make myself open the door. The uncertainty of what I might find on the other side made my heart race even faster. Was it possible that something had changed between us? My hand tremb
That is why I changed the subject, “Coming in, I grabbed your discharge papers, let’s just pack up and leave. Everyone is waiting for you at home.”All this time, I tried to hide my face from Brandon. I know that if he sees me, he’ll know that I’m disturbed. Brandon grabbed, my hand turning my face towards him. “Jane,”I plastered a fake smile on my face, handing his clothes to him. “Here are your clothes. Go change before we leave,”“Jane, talk to me. I don’t like when you’re silent,”“Oh, you don’t like my silence now. What about when you never even bothered to say hi to me?” The words that were grounded in my heart for days finally came out. “You ignored me, Brandon. I was always there with you like you asked, but you never even bothered to say a word to me, you can talk to everyone even your ex who left you alone with Marline but you can’t talk to me,” Brandon went silent for a moment, his eyes scanning me silently. “Just because I didn’t share the same feeling as you, you forgot
Life is not always what we want it to be; everyone who is born has to die once. This is the reality of anyone who is born; it can be me or, in my case, my whole family. Death is an inevitable part of the human experience, and it reminds us to cherish the time we have with our loved ones. While losing my entire family was difficult to bear, it also taught me the importance of appreciating the moments we share together. It made me realize that life is fragile and unpredictable, and we should make the most of every opportunity to create lasting memories with our loved ones.Sometimes we have to learn to let go and to look at what is close to us rather than what is gone. By focusing on the present and the people who are still with us, we can find solace and happiness in the relationships that remain. Embracing this perspective allows us to cultivate deeper connections and cherish the time we have with our loved ones even more.With Jared and all my family gone, I was as hopeless as one ca