It had been hard to come back from the dead. Not actually the coming back
to life part, but the picking up the pieces part. She hated it. Everything
was so unfairly ripped apart. She thought that the worst part was that he
was married. But she had no idea.
It wasn't like she even had a life to return to. Everything, and everyone had moved on. Nothing was the same. Her home, her things, everything she loved, was sold or disappeared. She had no money, and one hell of a time explaining to the DMV why she needed a new license; because she wasn't dead anymore. They didn't believe her.
Her friends, family, everyone was different. Two years was such a long time. She'd thought that she was the same; that because in her mind no time had passed, that it was a reality for her. But in truth it was only her mind that hadn't aged, or moved forward. Her body certainly had.
She had new scars, new marks, and new lines. It was only two years, but what ever had occurred had left her with several visible worry lines around her eyes. The scar on her stomach worried her most. The doctors refused to explain immediately; they wanted to confirm all of the tests.
Days passed, as she sat alone in the isolated hospital room. She ate tasteless green jello, and read over a hundred magazines. The newspaper interested her the most. A lot had changed in two years.
It was on the forth day when they finally let her father come and visit. With tears in his eyes he entered the room; his hair much whiter, his smile unsure, and relieved. The circles under his eyes made clear his lack of sleep; while his anguish filled eyes told her just what he was feeling.
They sat for a long while. He held her in his arms and they cried together. She had no idea how much she missed him; even if it only been four days. The gravity of the situation was not lost; the reality to hard to imagine.
It was a long while before they spoke, but they talked for hours. They cried more, and managed to laugh a little. But in the end there were plenty of heavily weighted sighs, and long, angst ridded stares.
He'd not let himself fully realize how much he missed her. She'd never known she could need him that much.
It wasn't like she even had a life to return to. Everything, and everyone had moved on. Nothing was the same. Her home, her things, everything she loved, was sold or disappeared. She had no money, and one hell of a time explaining to the DMV why she needed a new license; because she wasn't dead anymore. They didn't believe her.
Her friends, family, everyone was different. Two years was such a long time. She'd thought that she was the same; that because in her mind no time had passed, that it was a reality for her. But in truth it was only her mind that hadn't aged, or moved forward. Her body certainly had.
She had new scars, new marks, and new lines. It was only two years, but what ever had occurred had left her with several visible worry lines around her eyes. The scar on her stomach worried her most. The doctors refused to explain immediately; they wanted to confirm all of the tests.
Days passed, as she sat alone in the isolated hospital room. She ate tasteless green jello, and read over a hundred magazines. The newspaper interested her the most. A lot had changed in two years.
It was on the forth day when they finally let her father come and visit. With tears in his eyes he entered the room; his hair much whiter, his smile unsure, and relieved. The circles under his eyes made clear his lack of sleep; while his anguish filled eyes told her just what he was feeling.
They sat for a long while. He held her in his arms and they cried together. She had no idea how much she missed him; even if it only been four days. The gravity of the situation was not lost; the reality to hard to imagine.
It was a long while before they spoke, but they talked for hours. They cried more, and managed to laugh a little. But in the end there were plenty of heavily weighted sighs, and long, angst ridded stares.
He'd not let himself fully realize how much he missed her. She'd never known she could need him that much.