Love At The EndA Story by Kathrin SShe must take the final step on her journey - will he be able to understand?"You're
going to get through this. I'm here, remember? I still need you, Sarah, you
know that. You can't leave me."
Can't.
The word
slices through my battered heart, making me catch my breath. How I wish I could
oblige him.
"I'm
sorry, Mike." My bloodless lips barely move.
"No. No,
don't be sorry." His voice rises an octave. "You can't be sorry,
Sarah. Not now."
I close my
eyes.
"Not
now, Sarah. Not ... not yet." His voice is only a whisper. I strain to
crack open my eyes. Tears are streaming down his face. He's become thinner in
the past months, just like me. But he still has his mop of brown hair. He's not
the one lying in the hospital bed. For the millionth time, I thank God.
I close my
dry eyes again. It's been weeks since I've cried. I seem to have lost that
ability, as well. One of Mike's warm strong hands grips mine, while I can feel
the other caress my emaciated face.
"It's
... time ..."
"No,
Sarah, no. You can't. Can't!" I twitch at his loud tone. Through the fog
that is starting to settle in my brain, I register the sharp pain of his words.
"Mike
... please ..."
"Don't
speak. It's too much effort. Just rest. Rest, and tomorrow you'll feel
better."
He sounds so
sure, so convinced. And yet I know I must go. Tonight. He must let me go. Please, let
me go! I want to scream, but ... can't.
Faintly, I
hear Mike's cries. I can feel myself slipping away, slowly leaving this broken
body behind forever. But no - not yet. Not quite.
I open my
eyes again, determined. He must understand. He must not be angry. It's not my
fault - I tried so hard.
"Mike."
He looks up, face tear-stained and red. In that moment I know without a doubt,
that this is the last time I will see him. I think back to the first time we'd
met in the heart of this beautiful city. There had been a free truffle stand,
and Mike got the last one. I was standing in line right behind him. Seeing my
disappointed face, he'd offered it to me, and things went from there. He's been
generous from the start. The man of a lifetime. And now, this lifetime, short
as it was, is about to end. It was a good one, and I am at peace with my fate.
But is he? Can he ever be?
"Mike
... please understand. I'm ... sorry."
"Not
sorry. No, Sarah, no ..." His voice trails away as he starts to realize
that there is no point. Words and wishes can't change my destiny.
"Sarah,
please, no." The pain in his eyes is nearly unbearable to watch.
"Promise
..." I can't speak. And yet there is so much I still want to say.
"Anything.
I love you. I'll always love you. I never want to be with anyone else. Sarah,
take me with you. Don't leave me behind alone!" His beautiful face is
close to mine now.
"No ...
Mike. Promise me ... you'll ... live. Love." I have to force myself to
continue. This is my last chance. "I love you ... Live ... on ..."
Without
hesitation, he answers. At this crucial moment, his strength suddenly returns.
He's always been my rock.
"I will.
For you, Sarah, I will. I love you. Forever."
"I ...
love ... you ..." I feel myself slipping away. It's almost time. I've said
what I had to, I can go now.
I close my
eyes, feeling his body's warmth for the last time. Then, I descend into
darkness. © 2016 Kathrin SAuthor's Note
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