Adelaide Watson walked into the hospital with trepidation. Her most reticent patient had been hospitalized only a few hours ago, and the family had immediately requested her presence. She was happy to oblige, after all Mr. Yuy was an old family friend.
While the general public saw Mr. Yuy as the stern husband of Senator Yuy, Ms. Watson saw him as the enigmatic military man who somehow fell for the most peace minded individual she'd ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Walking towards the medical room, Ms. Watson thought back on their most recent visit.
The sessions always began the same way. The ex-assassin, retired war hero, ex-agent, and current head of the world's largest non-military armed organization, would sit in her lounge chair and turn his head to stare at the beach-view from the window as he began to tell her about his latest news in a gravely voice. Mostly he talked of his family, and news from his few surviving friends. But most of all he would always talk of Mrs. Yuy; and recently, how much he missed the little things. He had once told Ms. Watson conspiratorially that he would tease Mrs. Yuy mercilessly because he was a year younger than her; he was only aware of the year he was born so Mrs. Yuy had chosen his birth day to celebrate when they had begun dating.
Ms. Watson didn't have a good feeling for today though, and after walking into the room and watching the doctors haul Mr. Yuy's non-responsive body away, her worst fear was confirmed. Rubbing the tears from her eyes, she spied a piece of paper haphazardly thrown to the floor.
I am not whole;
I have not been whole
in such a long time that I sometimes
just wonder if I ever was
to begin with…but then
all I need to do is to look at your picture
and I remember.
I remember
what it felt like
to live each day knowing that my sun,
my moon and stars,
was right there next to me
as we looked out into the inky midnight,
as you named each of you favorite constellations.
You were,
you are,
my true north
in a world where I had been abandoned
to live and stew in my own sins,
with no hope for redemption
or peace.
My dove,
my love,
I cherish you with every breath.
Inhale.
I feel and take in
peace
which you worked
,so tirelessly,
to bring into this world.
Exhale.
I breathe out
the kindness you helped me find
from within my darkened soul.
My love, I await the day I am
once again
by your side.
My heart: I am at peace with you.
Ms. Watson cried silently as a pair of arms surround her, "GrandPapa, you were his friend, how can you bear to be parted from him?"
Duo Maxwell looked at his only granddaughter and sighed, "He is with Peace. That is all I know, and I am certain that he is much happier now. figured he wouldn't be long for this world…" He hugged his granddaughter tighter at her indignant look, "My dear, a part of him has been gone ever since Relena died. Yes. Yes. I am sure he is much happier now that they are reunited.