He stood at the doorway and gazed at her. He was filled with such a sense of aloneness watching as she flipped through a magazine. His heart reached out to embrace her.
“You know what?” He whispered. “I know you won’t believe me so I won’t tell you. I’ll let you discover this all on your own. I never left you, I was always here, loving you, and I’ll always be here loving you.”
The love that he had for her welled up inside of him, and he prayed that she would not reject him when she discovered him.
But he could never go to her, he had to wait for her to come to him.
She turned over, letting the magazine fall off the bed. Pulling her hair off, she flung the wig across the room. Her chest was angry and twisted, having lost its battle with disease. She reached for another Ativan and popped it into her mouth. Covering her eyes with her arms, she waited for sleep…. escape….
It would be 10 long years before she saw him. He was there to stay, though — always had been. He was her writing muse and he would never ever leave her. Ever.
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