he came to visit every day. the hospital room was small, yet he still came. every day. he sometimes brought flowers. teddy bears. chocolates. everything a girl could ever ask for when she's on the brink of death. he knew I was dying. we both did. when you're on the verge of dying, you don't think of everything that was. you think of everything that could have been. the soft chuckle of his whenever I make a mess of my food. the twinkle in his eyes when he sees me smile and laugh with joy. in another lifetime, he would be my forever. but not this one. this one, I found myself struggling to breathe. I found myself drawing closer to death. I grasped at my chest, trying to draw in the non-existent oxygen. I knew my lungs had collapsed. I know they were filling with blood with each desperate gasp I took. he stood next to me, holding my hand. I felt my whole body slowing down as everything in me stopped working. my eyes fought to stay open, and I felt myself slipping. I saw him smile. and the last thing I thought of before finally succumbing was.. "I finally escaped."
