Sometimes death can be comforting. He thought as his life slowly
drifted onward. He could feel his friends, his family, and the doctors
trying to keep him from slipping away. His mother held his hand as tight as
she could, and even with all the fatigue, he could still feel her tears
falling on his knuckles.
His vision was blurry, all he really could see was streaks of color, and he could here was an echo in his ear. The echo he could tell was the doctor. His voice was low, unlike the sound of his mother weeping. He thought he heard the words 'transplant' and 'heart' in the same sentence. It was then that all he began to see was black. He fell further and further, into the abyss, not knowing anything, but how good it felt to let go.
The faint thudding in the back of his head went silent..
He closed his eyes and sprawled his body out, and began to welcome death. He remained somber for about a minute before the feeling of being held by someone registered in his mind. He opened his eyes and saw an angel in the abyss.
Her aura was glowing white. She hovered above him and began stop the falling. Her deep pure eye's gazed into his as she held out her hands and touched his chest. It was then that the faint thudding that had been swallowed by the abyss slowly started to echo again. He let out a tiny gasp. The feeling was one that he had not felt for ages. He smiled, it felt even better than letting go. The angel leaned over and kissed his forehead. With a kiss, the abyss's darkness retuned to vision.
He saw his mother with the clarity of a bell's ring. He could breath on his own. He could feel life to him, running through his veins. It was as if life had given him a gift. And it had given him a gift. The gift to see the city of Los Angeles in the day light once more. Along with the gift, to see the city of Los Angeles at night..
His vision was blurry, all he really could see was streaks of color, and he could here was an echo in his ear. The echo he could tell was the doctor. His voice was low, unlike the sound of his mother weeping. He thought he heard the words 'transplant' and 'heart' in the same sentence. It was then that all he began to see was black. He fell further and further, into the abyss, not knowing anything, but how good it felt to let go.
The faint thudding in the back of his head went silent..
He closed his eyes and sprawled his body out, and began to welcome death. He remained somber for about a minute before the feeling of being held by someone registered in his mind. He opened his eyes and saw an angel in the abyss.
Her aura was glowing white. She hovered above him and began stop the falling. Her deep pure eye's gazed into his as she held out her hands and touched his chest. It was then that the faint thudding that had been swallowed by the abyss slowly started to echo again. He let out a tiny gasp. The feeling was one that he had not felt for ages. He smiled, it felt even better than letting go. The angel leaned over and kissed his forehead. With a kiss, the abyss's darkness retuned to vision.
He saw his mother with the clarity of a bell's ring. He could breath on his own. He could feel life to him, running through his veins. It was as if life had given him a gift. And it had given him a gift. The gift to see the city of Los Angeles in the day light once more. Along with the gift, to see the city of Los Angeles at night..
