We'll Meet Again
An old woman lay feebly in a hospital bed. She breathed slowly. The heart monitor steadily beeped. Her eyes were closed. The monitor kept beeping. A nurse walked into the room, she took a syringe and injected a clear liquid into the I.V.
A few hours passed and the woman woke up. She sadly looked around the room. She called a nurse into the room and asked her to sit the bed up slightly so she could look out the window. The nurse did as she asked. The woman then asked for the nurse to give her the small box in the bedside table. The nurse opened the drawer and pulled a simple wooden box and handed it to the woman. After asking if the woman needed any more help, the nurse left. The woman sorrowfully looked at the box for a moment or two. Then she slowly lifted the lid. She picked up a photograph. A single tear fell down her cheek as she looked at this photograph. The picture was worn and faded. The edges had slightly yellowed with age. This picture was taken 82 years before. Although the photograph was old, the memories were still in perfect clarity. She gazed into the faces of the people in the photograph. Another tear escaped. She placed the picture aside as she pulled out a slightly outdated c.d. player. She put the headphones in her ear and pressed play. She picked the photograph back up and clutched it tightly in her small, elderly hand. She rested her head on the pillow as the music of her c.d. consumed her. She sighed a great sigh and more tears came down from her eyes. She looked once more at the photograph and then kissed the picture. She held the photograph in her hands and rested them on her heart. She looked at the ceiling as the tears flowed relentlessly. The music was still playing. Her tears kept falling. The heart monitor beeped slower and slower .She new her time was up. She closed her brown eyes for the last time. She murmured,
"Edward, I love you" as the song came to a close the heart monitor was beeping terribly slow. As the last note was played it lingered in the air, her heart stopped.
An attractive young man hurried into the room, he wasn't any older than 17. He frantically walked to the old woman's bedside. He saw the heart monitor. He swayed slightly. He took the c.d. player and opened it. His hands shook as he pried from her small hand the picture. His knees gave out when he saw the picture. He knelt next to the old woman and gave a broken sob. He tearlessly cried as he held on to her hand. After a few minutes he leaned forward and kissed the woman's forehead. He whispered into her ear.
"I love you my Bella, I'll see you again soon"