Moon

taeis_goodboyyy

My dear husband, who is lying on the hospital bed, looking paler than ever. I'm next to him, eagerly hoping he will at least wake up for me to say my last words. 

Unspeakable tragedies happen instantly, when you least expect them to. If only he had been more careful and if only he had been more careful with his choices, then he wouldn’t be here. 

I lay back in the chair, closing my eyes to think. Why does he continue to make the wrong decisions? Does he not feel anything for me when he does such things? But of course I’ll never know until he tells me himself. 

Our unforgettable memories of sitting peacefully by the lovely lake drinking heartily out of the vintage water canteen with the brilliant moon light. Undoubtedly owing to the fact that he has repeatedly assured me saying I am his splendid one. Though it may sound strange but when it’s pitch-dark, I however seem to shine gloriously according to him.

I didn’t even notice when his eyes started slowly opening. I immediately hold his hand tightly. He turns his head to stare thoughtfully at me. 

“Seren.. w..where am I?” he asks in a quavering voice. I wonder why. I don’t say anything but merely look at him, and even when I forcibly try to speak nothing comes out. 

The uncomfortable silence continues, yet he clears his sore throat. “I must tell you something,” he sounds anxious and nervous. By giving him a careless nod that it is okay, whatever it is. I can take it. 

“I’ve been… cheating on you.. for a while now. I had properly planned to tell you before this happened. I just need your forgiveness because I’m truly sorry.” I want to break down. I can’t, and I won’t. 

“I’m sorry too,” I say soothingly. His pleasant face instantly turns into a questioning expression. 

“For poisoning you.. My lifelong love.” I smile innocently. And now, he actually dies. He dies with no peace; he doesn’t deserve peace.