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The End Of The Journey

For the most part the room was dark. Sunshine poured in from small slits in the blinds, casting golden orange beams from one end of the room to the other. It was filled with all manner of cards, flowers and chocolates. The room was filled with an anticipating silence. Sarah lay propped up in a comfortable looking bed, which was surprising for a hospital. Her breath was now becoming long and shallow, a throaty rasp accompanied each breath.
Despite this, no fear appeared on her face and in her eyes, her optimism and bravery in the past months had amazed David.

He sat as close to the bed as he could, he had Sarah’s now thin and withered hand held tightly between his own hands, he willed energy and life into her, but by now he knew this would not work. He swallowed hard and felt the lump in his throat.

Sarah looked at him, with the same look she had given him since the day they met, he found a smile for her.

“I’ll see you again, I promise” she said with a whisper. And with that, her eyes slowly closed.

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