Do you know anything about death? I don't understand it. Why do we need to die? Why do we need to live? I sat by her bedside and prayed to God for the millionth time. To let her remain in her mortal shell, right beside me, for an eternity. She promised me forever and she promised me more. How could you Molly? Don't do this to me. I grabbed her frail hand and clasped it. I'll never let go, I'll never let go of you!
A small sound escaped from somewhere deep inside her and I jumped to my feet. Molly? Can you hear me? Please, say something! She managed to open her eyes and give me a faint smile. It hurt to see her like this. "You have to let go. You will if you love me. I have to leave now. I love you."
"Don't say stupid things like that! You're going to be fine. Please just hang in there, I'll get the doctor, everything's going to be fine." I gave her hand one final squeeze before running into the lobby.
"Dr. Fremal! Dr. Fremal! Please someone get the doctor!" Even as I ran about in utter desperation, the words played on repeat in my head. The same seven words echoing in my skull.
As the machine plugged onto her started sounding for the final time and the doctors ran into her room, I collapsed onto the floor mumbling the seven words fully aware of the Tiffany's box still in my coat pocket. "It was time for her to die".
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.
It was time for her to die.
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