"I love you." I whispered one last time to the love of my life, as they lowered his grave into the ground. I could no longer cry, I had run out of tears. My heart felt slow, like it was giving up on beating on its own. My reason for existing, now gone. The earth seamed darker, blues had turned to grays. My face was cold and numb, the cool air blowing softly against it. Everyone had left the funeral, yet I couldn't bring myself to move. I felt exhausted, my whole body turned off the moment my love died.
The wind slowed down, leaving the world silent. My own thoughts speaking loudly, so loudly I couldn't understand a word. My breathing felt uneven, almost to the point of being unbearable. My eyes grazed over my lovers headstone, before looking away quickly. I wanted nothing more than to take his place, to be gone from this retched place instead of him.
He was mine for only a short four years. I wanted to grow old with him, and have a family of our own. Instead, he was taken from me before he could see the birth of our daughter. My hand rested on my belly, rubbing lightly. "I'm sorry little girl. He loved you so much, I promise." I whispered down to her, hoping she knew just how loved she was. I frowned, knowing she would never know just how amazing her father was.
Dusk turned to dawn, quicker than I had wanted. I regrettably said my final goodbye, and turned on my feet to head home. I took my time walking toward my car, feeling even more numb knowing I was heading to an empty house. Once inside the car, I took a deep breath relaxing myself as best as possible. Pulling myself together, I started the car and made my way home. Distracted from the world around me, I didn't hear the loud stretching. The bright lights seemed dull and distant. The truck hit my car in a brief second, and in that time I felt peace.
It was black. I felt beeping and soft mumbling, as if I was in a hospital. I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't even move. My heart seemed to be fading, and I was telling myself to let go. "She's out." I heard a man announce, followed by a soft crying of a child. My child. I felt conflicted, did I want to let go and join my love, or raise our child. What would he want. It was obvious to me, I knew he would want me to be happy and give our daughter a good life. I had to fight through all the pain, I had to push to stay awake even through the darkness. I tried to awake, I wanted to awake.
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"She's moving. Emily? Can you hear me, are you able to open your eyes?" Doctor Carson spoke in a calm, yet frantic voice. Emily slowly, but surely found herself opening her eyes, smiling at the sight of her new born baby. Emily had tears in her eyes, as the doctor handed her her daughter. "I love you, Alana Busek."