The Sixtieth Note

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It was the city we went to before.

No one talked on the way, she seemed tottaly focused on driving and I was so nervous I could not think of anything.

She stopped the car infront of a hospital and asked me to follow her.

I was not stupid, I knew what this is all about. I knew it. I knew it. You are in coma. An accident.

I knew it. I knew it. That silence. That damned silence. Breaking your promise. Everything is clear now.

I kept on following her from one hallway to the other, like a puppy following his mother.
I was crying by the time she stopped in front of a room and turned to me with tears running down her face, I definitely had the same look on my face. How I wished this was all a dream, a nightmare.

There is still a lot I want to say to you. A lot.
No! This can not be happening.
It can not.
But it was.

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