Daily Writing Prompt

Why am I here? I don’t want to be here. Oh, God, I can’t breathe.

There she is. She’s perfection. Enchanting. I can’t feel my legs. Will they hold me up? I’ve got to stay strong. Look at him standing there with his charming smile as she gazes warmly into his eyes. How can they have such an intimate connection in front of pews full of onlookers? What brought them so close? This is agony. It’s all wrong. It should be me. We had the connection, not them. We had the rare bond. We were in each other’s heads and hearts. We completely and passionately belonged to each other. We were one soul. Why did I let it all fall apart?

What are they saying? Did they write their own vows? I can’t hear. It’s all getting fuzzy. The room is spinning. I feel like I’m looking down at them from above. I feel like I’m not even here. The anguish is unbearable. My heart is shattering. Please, God, make it stop.

Wait. I remember now. I remember the accident, the hospital room, the coma, the years he spent by my side. I remember her. She was my nurse. She was an angel. She was good to him and me. I remember them both asking for my forgiveness before they did what had to be done after making the hardest decision they’d ever faced. I remember them finally giving me what I so desperately yearned for. I remember the sweet release and eternal peace that they bravely stood together and brought to me.

He’s smiling again. He’s happy again. He’s looking into the future again. He’s living again. They both are.

It’s all fading faster now. They’re letting me fade. I’m glad I was there. And I’m glad they let me go.