To live before dying
It held a vulnerability so complete it made the kiss seem like a casual handshake.
Then he was gone, whisked down the hall, leaving me alone in the ruins.
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The hospital was filled with the soft, mechanical breath of monitors. It was a sound I knew intimately, the steady beep of a heart rate, the rhythmic sigh of oxygen, the quiet whir of machines keeping watch. But today, each sound felt like an accusation.
I sat in the hard plastic chair beside Nathan’s bed with a shallow breath. He slept so peacefully but I know it wasn't peaceful rather he was slowly dying.
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