Destined Desire
Prologue
The sound of the hospital machines were the only breaking point to the quiet room. So quiet the drop of a pen would shatter the glass if it could. Since by the impact it would make on the ground and the wave of vibrations would have the power to cause such an effect.
Weeping and mourning of families across the thin walls could be heard. The lost of a loved one. 'A loss' he thought solemnly and rubbing his eyes to shake the feeling beginning to take place.
"Why? I loved you so much! Why did you leave me? How could you do this to me? To us?" the woman in the other room screamed. He could tell she was crying by the breakage of her voice as each word was being shouted.
Then the anger she used to her dead lover came to his own mind. His blame was occurring, how could he had done what he did? Why when he was loved so much? And it hadn't been an one sided emotion. Yet he led the person to believe it so. Now it was his own faults. For the false implications he led them to believe. And the same ones that now placed him on the side of this hospital bed.
Where he grabbed their hand and began slightly rubbing it softly. For his on ease and theirs, to show them that they weren't alone after all.
'Alone' he thought as a tear trickled down his cheek and landed onto the bed sheet. Watching the tear spread as it landed then it stopped absorbing more of the sheet with its moisture and sat there comfortably until eventually it faded away.
Kind of like what had happened. It was his life's saga. He was the tear that instead dying on the lips of the one he loved it died elsewhere and it slowly faded away. Like his soul was in the process of doing.
He couldn't take another blow. He thought when he lost his first love he would never love again. Not after the way he lost her but somehow he had began falling for someone and having not even realized it. Yet this heartache this time around was hurting than any other pain.
With this one, there was more at stake. And he knew if they died so did he. The thought of suicide was residing in his head and became the neighbor to misery, sorrow, guilt, and all others that fell into the category of his current state.
Listening to the machines provided way for a quick joke to ease the monitors noises, "Its funny," he began, "it seems so quiet in here. That I'd bet you could hear a roach piss on cotton from the farthest corner of this room," he smiled bitterly. Looking back down to the one hand that held one that felt lifeless.
It was ironic situation. The same man made machines were now determining his fate. It would only take one sounder for him to know it was over. They would be over, but he would die alongside. Not willing to face a life that didn't have them in it. Not again would he live a life without the joy he had gotten from them. Even when he constantly tried to stir away and never coming out with how he felt.
Thinking of an incident he began to panic as he made his confessions to the unconscious person, "It's all… If I never and… She didn't mean anything to me. I don't know what I was doing, but I don't hate you… if you must know one thing (breaking into sobs and gripping their hand harder as his knuckles turned white) it has to be that. I…. I never hated YOU! Not you, not ever! I loved you! And…. And its all my fault…. All" crying harder, tears racing quicker. Then that's when it happened.
The monitors all started buzzing. The lifeline was dead and now so would he be too…
TBC….
Prologue
The sound of the hospital machines were the only breaking point to the quiet room. So quiet the drop of a pen would shatter the glass if it could. Since by the impact it would make on the ground and the wave of vibrations would have the power to cause such an effect.
Weeping and mourning of families across the thin walls could be heard. The lost of a loved one. 'A loss' he thought solemnly and rubbing his eyes to shake the feeling beginning to take place.
"Why? I loved you so much! Why did you leave me? How could you do this to me? To us?" the woman in the other room screamed. He could tell she was crying by the breakage of her voice as each word was being shouted.
Then the anger she used to her dead lover came to his own mind. His blame was occurring, how could he had done what he did? Why when he was loved so much? And it hadn't been an one sided emotion. Yet he led the person to believe it so. Now it was his own faults. For the false implications he led them to believe. And the same ones that now placed him on the side of this hospital bed.
Where he grabbed their hand and began slightly rubbing it softly. For his on ease and theirs, to show them that they weren't alone after all.
'Alone' he thought as a tear trickled down his cheek and landed onto the bed sheet. Watching the tear spread as it landed then it stopped absorbing more of the sheet with its moisture and sat there comfortably until eventually it faded away.
Kind of like what had happened. It was his life's saga. He was the tear that instead dying on the lips of the one he loved it died elsewhere and it slowly faded away. Like his soul was in the process of doing.
He couldn't take another blow. He thought when he lost his first love he would never love again. Not after the way he lost her but somehow he had began falling for someone and having not even realized it. Yet this heartache this time around was hurting than any other pain.
With this one, there was more at stake. And he knew if they died so did he. The thought of suicide was residing in his head and became the neighbor to misery, sorrow, guilt, and all others that fell into the category of his current state.
Listening to the machines provided way for a quick joke to ease the monitors noises, "Its funny," he began, "it seems so quiet in here. That I'd bet you could hear a roach piss on cotton from the farthest corner of this room," he smiled bitterly. Looking back down to the one hand that held one that felt lifeless.
It was ironic situation. The same man made machines were now determining his fate. It would only take one sounder for him to know it was over. They would be over, but he would die alongside. Not willing to face a life that didn't have them in it. Not again would he live a life without the joy he had gotten from them. Even when he constantly tried to stir away and never coming out with how he felt.
Thinking of an incident he began to panic as he made his confessions to the unconscious person, "It's all… If I never and… She didn't mean anything to me. I don't know what I was doing, but I don't hate you… if you must know one thing (breaking into sobs and gripping their hand harder as his knuckles turned white) it has to be that. I…. I never hated YOU! Not you, not ever! I loved you! And…. And its all my fault…. All" crying harder, tears racing quicker. Then that's when it happened.
The monitors all started buzzing. The lifeline was dead and now so would he be too…
TBC….