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1 May, 2012

Today’s entry for my May fiction challenge:

What can I give the man who has everything? The man who is my everything? I have given you my love, my heart, my life, and when it became legal for us to do so, I gave you my vows and my ring. We have built a home together, a life together, happiness together. We both have everything we need.

Or so we thought until last year, when the tests told us that you had been given that painful, hurtful, hateful gift that neither of us wanted. I underwent tests of my own, found that I was a match, and gave you a kidney, gave both of us hope. But for the first time, you rejected what I had given you. Your body decided that the doctors were wrong, that we were not compatible and the gift of time was taken away from us. From you.

Today, on your birthday, on the anniversary of that fateful news, I sit by your bedside and watch as your body breathes steadily, rhythmically, slowly. I hope that the morphine drip is giving you relief, but your unhearing, unseeing, unresponsive features give no clues.  We are alone. I kiss your cheek, your eyes, your lips. I press the switch, the screen display fades. I give you the gift of peace.

  1. Very simple, and very touching. Everything that needed to be conveyed here, was. Very nice.

  2. Thanks for the comments idlelore, and the praise. I was aiming for the “tell a whole story in as few words as possible” approach.

  3. Crow permalink

    Oh god. You didn’t warn me i would cry. Brilliant.

  4. Eek! That send a shiver up my spine!

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