Blue Roses, Blackened Heart

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Chapter 9

"The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why" – Mark Twain

Forty minutes later, it seems like forty years. The silence in the room is deafening. No one is moving. Noémie's sobs pull on the heartstrings around her.

"I am going to call it...Time of death, 3:15 pm"

I AM COLD

Freezing, an icy numbness, unable to remember what it is to be warm

I AM DEAD

An exact and blunt reality bursts through and a calmness embraces me. I am unreachable.

I AM FLOATING AWAY

In a dreamless state of mind. Remembering nothing...no...that's not right

It is not right, not right at all

I have to remember...remember someone

Yes...she means everything to me...she is who I live for

She...is...mine!

Isabetha!

I will not leave you!

"Beep"

"Doctor?" Noémie whispers, not breathing too loudly, eyes forced into place on the monitor

"Beep"

The people in the room watch the monitor. Disbelief: the word of the day

Beep. Beep. Beep

"Oh my Lord! He's alive!"

I open my eyes and speak the one word that drives me

"Isabetha"

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