She’d been holding his hand all night, knowing he wouldn’t see daylight.
When his breathing stopped, her world stopped.
Everything and everyone around them were as if they didn’t exist.
Only her hand and his, still entwined.
Eventually, they came for his body, and her son took her home.
She went about her days as always, but there was nothing but darkness
inside her.
One night, he sat on the bed beside her and stroked her head.
She knew then that he hadn’t broken his promise to never leave her.
“Well, OK, then” she said, and lived for them both.
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