~ Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~
~ Richard Puz
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Hospital.
That is where I found him.
Unconscious with tubes attached to his arm. His breathing slow and long, making his chest rise up and down rhythmically.
His dark brown hair matted over his forehead. His facial features, though relaxed at this moment as he lay unconscious but having lines etched over his face. Lines I did not recognize.
The lines of aging.
With a frown I realized how not time but events had made him age.
His mother filled me in as I sat beside his bed. Of how Tom's world collapsed the day it was supposed to grow, rejoice. How his wife, Elise, lost her life while giving a new one to Tom. How Tom lived the entire month which followed.
Living, but slowly dying inside.
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