She moved from my embrace to face towards me. I tried to provide her a hope that would not abandon, a hope she could not push away with her insecurities. I kept repeating the familiar words of my heart, ‘I love you…I love you’, wanting for it to sink in and become an amour against the adversity ahead. A voice called out her name, beckoned for her to face her fears. My breathing staggered, her legs moved uneasy as she left my presence.
As I shut my eyes, I tried to recapture the happy moments I spent with my darling. Even now, I can still sense her soft hands caressing the nape of my neck, the warm exhalations through my hair and her voice calling in my ear, whispering ‘I need you’. My arms folded into one another, elbows faced in opposite directions, both lodged on the wooden windowsill that was confined by the white surroundings. Legs feel weak, fingers weary, eyes watery. Check. As I battle away the tears, I knew I needed to be strong. Her faith in me gives me strength. If I fell, who would carry her out of the lonesome and fearsome desert of her heart?
Time passes, my heart aches. I yearn for her to suddenly run towards me, her soft hands grab hold of my shoulders, leaving me dazed, bewildered by her touch and tell me that I was right, that everything will be ok. Suddenly I heard the door unlock. I turned to see a man in white coat heading towards me, his stethoscope banging against his chest with each movement. Staggering behind was a woman so familiar, hands shaking, head hanging low; afraid. I knew from her expression that it was inevitable. Her knees started to shake; her whole body in one smooth motion drew closer and closer to her rapidly enlarging shadow. I rushed over just in time to catch her. Everything else seemed blurry and at that moment all I knew was that she was part of me like breathing and now it felt as though half of me was left…
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