The Box
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Author's Note: I didn't name whose point of view it is. It can be taken as either one. This was a CSI Miami inspired story. Sorry if it sounds all over the place. It is two o'clock in the morning right now.
My life is never going to be the same. I sit here, staring at this box, and I keep thinking about the 'What ifs'.
So many good things happened and yet…the worst has happened.
It was so unexpected; I thought we had all the time in the world.
But we didn't.
Now I sit here, still staring at this box in my hand, and all I want is for you to come back.
I stand up and walk towards the hospital bed. The healers had cleared the room; I wanted a few minutes alone with you before they take you away.
I look at the box in my hand and open it. I take your ring out and gently slide it onto your finger.
"I'm sorry I waited too long to propose. I wanted to wait for the perfect time. I guess I waited too long."
I take the other ring out and slide it onto my finger. It's a bittersweet memory of what could have been.
"Even though we never got a wedding, you'll always be my husband just as much as I am yours."
I kiss your still warm lips one last time and whisper, "Goodbye, my love."
~fin
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