The sound of the heart monitor was going slower and slower. The words he used to leave me should have never been said. He can't hope but to think he brought this on himself. The heart monitor stopped and he went numb with shock, he couldn't believe it… I was gone…I would never return.
The doctors rushed in pushing him out of the room. He tried to walk out of the hospital without showing his pain, or his tears. The doors opened and a tear fell from his eyes, it felt like he was holding in millions of them. As soon as the first one fell from his eyes, they were all coming out like a bucket of water.
He ran to his car trying to stop my parents from seeing his regret. He swung the door open and got in, the door slammed behind him. So he sat still, and listened to a memory so sad, that he wondered how I could do this without a thought of relief. And just for a moment, he hated himself for wanting to be apart of the saddest moment of my life. His jacket was caught in the door, but he could honestly care less, He thought he killed his true love and I would be gone forever. The car started and he froze, no thought that went through his head was ok with him. He pictured my tears falling down from my face; he saw the razor in my arm. Putting his head against the steering wheel, He grabbed his head. He tried to get his head together and raced out of the parking lot, his tears were blurring his vision to the point he couldn't see what was going on, or if he would hit something, or even worse someone.