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I still remember that day
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I still remember that day. The day my angel left me, left me never to return. He'd gone through worst times. But, this time it was different. I knew it was. An uneasy feeling crept into me and refused to leave me till he had left me, forever.
The day began with me having to go to the hospital to be with him. I'd been there the previous day and he'd asked me return the next day. He always said that it was nice to have his sweetheart with him. The doctors said he was doing slightly better than yesterday. They had scheduled his surgery for Friday, two days from that terrible day. I went into his room. He looked up and smiled. There was pain in his eyes but he tried to conceal it. The IV bore into his veins and the pipes into his nose; they were helping him breathe.
I tried to look away from him. I could not see him this way. He followed my gaze to the window. I fought back the tears in my eyes and regained composure. I dared to look at him. He smiled. I smiled, too. He looked so handsome, my angel. He signaled with his eyes for me to go and sit beside him. I followed his instructions.
Time flew and I ended up spending the entire afternoon with him. He asked me about what I had done over the last two days. He spoke to me in our language. The language he knew and the language I knew. I understood every word. He didn't have to say anything. I spoke and I spoke. I could have gone on for hours. I hadn't spoken to him for two days and we had a lot of catching up to do. I had missed him. But, he needed his rest. So, I bade good-bye to him. I gave him a peck on his cheek. I told him I'd be back the next morning.
By evening, as I heard, his condition was getting better and he was off the respirator. He was breathing on his own. This was a good sign, said the doctors. I tried to sleep that night. But a nagging thought played around in my mind. I wanted to check on him. I wanted to talk to him. I called the hospital. He was doing alright. Not being reassured enough, I had to go see him. Yes, at that very moment. I slipped out of bed and pulled on my jeans and a sweatshirt.
I reached there in record timing, exactly 18 minutes, to be precise. I rushed up to his room. He lay there on his bed, sleeping like a baby. He looked so adorable. My angel. I felt reassured and left without waking him up. I got home changed into my pajamas and that night I slept. I slept only to be awakened by a phone call early the next morning. He was gone. He had left me all alone. He was gone, never to return. I put down the receiver and wept. I wept.
It's been two and a half years now. I miss him. My angel and I still cry myself to sleep every night. But one thing that keeps me going is something that he sang to me once:
"Every breath you take,
Every move you make,
Every bond you break,
Every step you take,
I'll be watching you."
The End
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