~Y'alls POV~

I sat in the chair, staring at the bed.

A rhythmic beat went on in the background.

His heart.

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Out.

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Out.

I breathe with his heart.

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Out.

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Time seems to slide by, the cruel mistress.

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Mom touches my shoulder; I shrug her off. They talk, but I do not hear; I only hear my breathing, his heart, my heart.

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Out.

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Someone says I should sleep.

I can't.

I must watch vigil over him.

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Out.

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I am standing by his bed, brushing his hair from his eyes.

I am leaning away, lips tingling from the rough-smooth of his lips.

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Stubble seems to appear with no warning.

I brush my hand along it, the prickly feeling reminding me that he was still alive.

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My stomach becomes a monster, clawing my insides.

I eat, but never leave his room.

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Everything is blue-black; love is a cruel temptress.

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{{bye my squips and bye yall}}