Creative Writing: The Awakening

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This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. It wasn’t supposed to feel like my heart was being ripped out from my chest. These were the days that were supposed to be filled with joy. Days with long mornings and short nights, with the sun streaking in through the window. All of these thoughts jumbled around my head, but I pushed them aside and took another swig of stale coffee before heading out for another rough day.

Walking into the room, the door creaking, my eyes were drawn to her. She looked so fragile and small in the white sheets. Composing myself, I murmured, “Hey Edna, how are you doing?” A smile lit up her face. Sitting down next to her, I take her hand. It’s so cold, so unbelievably cold. It was like shoving your hand into a pile of snow. The heat coming from my lips warms them up a tad, but nothing was strong enough to break that cold.
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I’ll be fine, I swear. I can see the worry on your face.” Cracking a sympathetic smile, I try and reassure her. I looked around, taking in the staleness of the surroundings. The white furniture that makes every room indistinguishable from one another. Then I turn back to her. “This reminds me of the old days,” my voice catching a bit. “Back when you broke your arm trying to impress me.” “Well it worked, didn’t it?” Twinkling eyes met mine. Edna’s whole body was shaking from a gentle laugh. “You were so excited to show me that new red bike of yours, you were so reckless.” “Hey, it’s not my fault there was a big ol’ pot hole in the road,” Her small giggle broke out into a full blown laugh. It was a sight one could take in for the rest of