Taylor Jenkins Reid, Maybe In Another Life
How can I continue on if I feel this pain from losing you?
Bringing my knees to my chest, I hope to help hold myself together. My cries have morphed into gasping haunting wails that are reverting off the walls back at me.
Helping to remind me that I'm alone.
There is no comfort.
There is nothing that can fix this.
I have nothing.
I have no one.
The only thing I have is the beeps of the hospital monitor to keep me company. To remind me of what I've lost.
I can feel another gasping sob trying to make its way up my throat. I try to hold it back, clamping my jaw shut tight. Muffling my cries the best I can.
As I try to hold back the sobs, I feel the bed dip behind me. Strong arms covered in honeycombs and bees wrap around me.
I sag in relief as warmth spreads through my veins, numbing the pain, but it's still there. I will always have a bleeding heart, but his touch numbs it just a little.
I try to get his name out, but it's stuck to the back of my throat. My sob that has been building up is hindering me from saying it.
I want him to know how grateful I am.
But he doesn't need me to say anything to understand. Instead, he secures me safely to his chest. Burying his face into my neck. Cocooning me with his body. A shield from the world.
And then the sobs escape. They grow louder and louder, until I can finally say what I've been holding in. "Why me, Bee, why?"