Beyond Love
As we walked into the room, a blend of feelings overwhelmed me – relief at eventually being by his side and fear of what I might find.
Ethan lay still, connected to observers that telephoned rhythmically, a stark memorial of his fragile state.
“Do you think he is going to be fine?” I asked Mr. Joe
“Yes, he will. You just wait and see.”
I took a seat beside his bed, my hand reaching for his cold wave, limp fingers.
Words revealed from my lips, an allusion of love, despair, and prayers.
"Ethan, you can not leave me. We promised to face everything together, flash back? You said we would fight through the storms, and this is just another storm. Please, wake up. We need you, Ethan," I contended
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