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I have never thought there would be any place worse than the white walls of the hospital. Today, I stand here at the viewing deck (but what’s there to see anyway), and I’ve never felt so cold before. The world slows down, and it’s almost, just almost, as if everything has come to a standstill. There’s the loud buzzing from the boiler somewhere that keeps ringing in my ears, a sound I hate.
He gets pushed in from the side, covered in flowers and more flowers. He’ll say he hates this because it’s too girly and flamboyant, absolutely not his style. You’ll notice the tiny smile dancing around his lips anyway. I can’t see his face, but I remember his serene sleeping face when I last saw him, dressed to the nines yet his skin drained of all his warmth. I hear the quiet sobbing from beside me get louder. The tears I never knew I have roll off my face and a million thoughts run through my mind. I wipe them off because in here, I have the least right to cry.
For all the words that came too late and everything left unsaid,
I will see you again.
i have 3 tests and 1 assignment but priorities*
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