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The sun emerged from its hiding place, and beams of light shone through the gaps
where my cur-tain failed to cover its window. I rubbed my eyes and willed myself
to move, one foot in front of the other. My body was fatigued from my late night of
study but I knew that as soon as I saw her face, I would have all the energy I
needed. She was my inspiration, for her I would do anything.
After the short amount of time it took for me to get ready, I went outside to
wait for her. Soon enough, I saw her casually round the corner, the one she
disappeared around every afternoon. She looked at me and smiled. After all these
years, her smile was still as warm and inviting as the sun after a harsh winter. I
returned her smile, and she blushed, before crossing the road to meet me.
She never made it.
Neither of us saw the dark grey station wagon fly around the corner, the driver
tending to a pair of noisy children in the back seat. Before she fell, in the split
second before the collision, I looked into her eyes, her emerald eyes, and before I
could even scream her name, they were gone.
…floor 23…
The walls were covered in baby blue wallpaper with little stars decorating the
border. It was de-ceiving: a brightly lit room which housed grief and despair. I held
her hand as my eyes traced over her motionless face: her chin, her mouth, her nose,
her eyes. They still had not opened. Everyday for months since that fateful day, I
had sat by her bed. Sometimes I would talk to her, in the hope that my voice would
waken her from her sleep. On other days I would just watch, watch and hope, and
cry. Some days the pain was unbearable, I could not imagine a life without her.
Then one day they turned the life support off, and something within me died
as well. She was gone and, all of a sudden, there was no reason to live. I gave her
one last kiss, and walked slowly to the balcony.
…floor 9…
The wind whipped at my face as I plummeted like an aeroplane
falling out of the sky.
…floor 8…
She had left me alone in a world which was so big that it scared me.
Letting Go
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