You look into the eyes of the living everyday and your mind thinks it's routine.
Now why isn't that the same for the dying?
Why is it when you look into the eyes of the dying, everything changes?
Your emotions fade away. Your thoughts. Problems. Fears.
And you look into the eyes of this person, and all that comes forward is sadness. You know what's on the horizon, and your mind can't bear the thought of it.
The person will never exist in the land of the living anymore.
For they will never give love. Happiness. Comfort.
But through all this, something manages to come forward from their death.
Their legacy.
Everyone says that they will live on through your heart. But they don't need to.
They're free to live on their own, because of what they left behind.
It's weird what I've gone through with death. It doesn't phase me anymore. Yet I can look into the eyes of someone dying, and they somehow change that.
Their face becomes soft to the touch, it's warm, yet turning cold. Their eyes have that look about them, like someone who's just woken up, even though that person is going to sleep. Their mouth is slightly open, breathing what little air they can with what energy they have. Their hands lay still at their side, fingers open, waiting for someone to interlock theirs. The body seems so serene at this point. Almost untouched by the outside world. Everything about them is just surreal. They're so perfect, while the living are flawed. They seem angelic almost. And you feel some hope that everything's going to be ok. That there's nothing to fear.
Sometimes all you hear is the beep of the heart monitor, the hum of a ventilator. The inevitable tone as the beeping becomes slower, till it stops and the final sound is made. The last button clicked. The cord unplugged.
They pass.
Your heart aches. It's hard to breathe, and suddenly, you drop. You're weak. Everything's been pulled from you. You're lost, confused.
But here this hospital room is where you sit.
This is where you said your final goodbye.
Where you said "I love you. I'll miss you. But I know it's going to be ok."
And the dying look back and ask "Are you going to be fine?"
It almost seems ironic. The dying asking the living if they're going to be fine.
"I'll be ok. I'll get through it. It'll take some time. Just know that I love you and I'll miss you."
Then, all at once, every single memory you've had of that person, will begin to play all at once.
You'll start to cry. And you want to save that person.
"Please don't go. I can't live without you. I need you here. Just please whatever you do. Don't go."
And the moment comes.
That final moment.
Love it.
Still so sad though..
[QUOTE=Cookiemonster93;21770201]Love it.
Still so sad though..[/QUOTE]
Thank you very much. Yeah, it was just a topic I felt compelled to write about.
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