A Second Chance
I sat at the bedside, keeping watch over the still body of my friend. It was night; the full moon hung in the clear night sky, its soft glow shone through the window like clouded silver sunlight. I sighed heavily as I leaned back on the chair.
It was almost unbearable to see her like this, strapped to machines with only thin plastic tubes to balance her on the see-saw between life and de . . . . I shook my head, trying to dislodge the thought. No, she wouldn't. Never. Karasuma was strong. She'll pull through.
Yet that small voice of truth would not leave. Karasuma was suffering from leukemia, battling the disease for over a year and a half now. The doctors had done everything they could to slow the cancer down. Nothing seemed to work. Now, she was ghostly pale, and horribly thin. She had lost all her luxurious chestnut hair to chemotherapy. Fact was fact. I couldn't escape it, no matter how hard I tried. Karasuma was dying, and I could do nothing to help her.
Standing
guard over a friend
I watch as she meets her end
This painful
sorrow I feel inside
Is much too deep for me to hide
My vision blurred; I rubbed my eyes. I must be getting tired . . . Too late, I noticed my damp fingers and the tear fall.