"Hey," I said walking into the room the love of my life was in. Except it wasn’t a bedroom, it was a hospital room. "How are you feeling?" I asked sitting down next to her, she takes my hand and sighs, her eyes barely open.
"Sing me the song…" Her once happy and outgoing voice, now raspy and barely above a whisper. As my voice started, her eyes got a little wider, making me smile.
'I should ink my skin, with your name'
She put her hand in mine, her eyes never taking another look but mine, and mine never taking another look but hers.
During the song, we admired each other, her hand wandered through my face, as I played with her hair. She kissed my hand, and I kissed her, adoring these last few seconds I knew we had together. I felt it, this morning and I felt it last night.
She was fighting so hard for me, and I wanted her to, but it was so selfish of me, to beg her to stay alive when she was in pain, and I knew I had to let her go today. Today, it was the day, I tell her it’s okay to let go.
And by the time I was at the last verse,
‘And maybe I fell in love,’
Her eyes started closing, her hand tightened the grip on me. As if she was trying to hold on, but instead of singing the last line,
I laid down next to her, my lips on her temple as a tear raced down my cheek.
"It’s okay, darling, you can let go." I whispered to her, and suddenly there was a long beeping noise, letting me know, she was now watching over me. "I’ll see you soon," I said one last time, pecking her lips.