50~ Death

Rosaria

I was feeling weak and I could see my life slipping away but I couldn’t do anything about it. Death was calling for me and I couldn’t escape. Alexander was strangely calm this time. Perhaps he had come to terms with our situation. He would have to go through this over and over again. It made me glad really, I would rather see him calm than watch him fall apart because of me.

He had come to pick me up when I just said my farewells with my family.

“Are you ready?” He asked in a low hoarse voice. “To die? No. To go for a date in the meadow? Yes, definitely ready,” I said playfully and he chuckled.

Picking me up bridal style, he walked out of the room and I buried my face in his chest. “Are we going to move like this? How about you give me a piggyback ride?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“No, I want to feel you close to me as much as possible. This is the best position for me to do that,” he said as he continued moving, hea