"I wish you wouldn.... "Her words rang through his head.
They were visions, of a time where beauty had no bounds. He was young then and she.....
They had sneaked away from the eyes of a world that wud never understand them. He turned back to see her. Skimpy shorts and a plain white tee... drops of sweat gathered on her forehead, n rejoiced the reunion as they trickled down her cheek. Wind played with her hair,she took no notice of it. She looked up.. he had almost reached the peak.
For a split second their eyes met. She smiled. He wanted to rush to her n feel her in his arms. He waited.
He threw a cig betn his lips and searched his pockets fr a match. She caught up wid him. Her gentle hands placed over his, as he held the cig betn his fingers fr the first puff,she drew close to his ears n whispered.. "I wish you wouldn"
That was the first time, n in the brief span that they lived together she said it many more times.. many many more times, when he had drowned her words in more of it.
It was all comin back to him. Lying there, struggling on the lines that divide life and beyond. He knew he was alone.
He had lost her 5 years ago.
It was a bed much like the one he was in now. No one would tell him what was wrong with her. But she could see the golden gates. he was the only one she had. They had no kids (a desire that never took form).
"Its Sunday, arent u taking me out? "she asked mockingly.
He stood at the window. Yet another spring. It was bright n cheerful outside.
Her eyes alwes twinkled when she smiled, but today was different. There was no twinkle in her eyes.
He dint reply, jus sat besides her playing with her fingers. Her white skin looked even more pale. Her hand was close to weightless. He closed his eyes, his head restin on the wall behind, he wanted to take her back. He wished time travel were truth. He prayed for a miracle.
She sensed the chaos in his heart. She had no strength to tighten the grip.
"Its time" her voice was shaky with all the effort. he saw two tears in her eyes, they reflected in his.. and he broke down. He cried like a child. She let him.
"Love, I jus wish you wouldnt..."
He dint wait to hear further, "It wont kill me."
"you never know"
She closed her eyes... and never opened them again
How much he wished she would be here with him. He longed for her voice, her touch. The way she would hold him close when he was in pain. She had been all that hed hoped and even more.
The years without her had been all the same. He spent more time at work. He lived on coffee n cigarettes. And the occasional meals he managed to nibble at that his secretary kept on his desk four times a day. He had grown in the company like none of the employees had before. He expected his promotion to vice president in the next week.
He kept saying to himself the best is yet to come.
And then lightning struck. The letter had been lying on his desk for a week. He had been to busy in meetings. Who remembers a pneumonia attack that happened two weeks ago. He was fit n fine now.
The letters had been typed in bold. He couldn believe his eyes....
The weeks that followed were spent visiting doctors, specialists from all over the world. Friends called up frequently. "theres a new therapist in town can i set u up?", "a new surgeon...", "perhaps you should try Indian medicine. It helps. U knw my cousin frm Frankfurt....".the world was suddenly so much more willing to help.
a month later he was hospitalized.
He was traveling back and forth in time.. He felt he was in a trance. He could see her in all her youthful beauty. She was calling out to him.. her hand outstretched. He wanted to grab it bt jus then... a voice brought him bac to the bed.
"you want something sir?"
The nurse heard a mumble, as the patient began to rapidly lose his vital signs.
He could see her again. She led the way. They seemed to be walking towards nowher.
"I wish you wouldn" she said as she turned into wisp of smoke
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