Pray

I placed my hand on his already pale one and held it. It filled my heart with warmth, and tears started rolling down my cheeks again. I thought of every touch, every feeling, every hold, every kiss he had ever given and shut my eyes tight. The beeping sound grew in my ears and so did the sound of his heart beat.

“I won’t leave,” I entered boldly. He was so scared that I might leave him, probably just the same way Samantha did. She had known that he had a disease that was why she refused to marry him and had left him alone for years, never loving him truly, even after her return. He had his mother and cousin but he was alone, fighting a silent battle of life and death and no one to truly comfort him, not even me. I remained in the dark because he was scared, I would be like Samantha, he was scared that I would be like any other person. Who knew how many had left him, the moment they found out? The tears against my eyes did not stop and the pain in my heart also didn’t. I thought of wha