The candle has been burning for 3 days. I haven’t left your bedside once. I caress you with words and make empty promises to a God I don’t believe in. “Open your eyes”, I whisper. You look so small when you are still, an empty shell waiting to be filled with life. The machine beeps, the flame flickers, and then nothing. A momentary minute of silence and darkness before we stand side by side, looking down at your lifeless body.
“You should go back” I say.
“I can’t live without you” you reply.
You take my hand and we walk towards the light.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story using a photo prompt. Check it out here http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/04/30/2-may-2014/