ChristIsLord
Breeze. Bees knees. All black. Business. Climb that ladder. Love your family. Love your work. Love God. Read between the lines. LOVE.
She stared at the flowers across the room she had brought him just a few days ago to lift his spirits. How did she get to this point? This wasn't supposed to happen. Now he's gone, and everything she'd hoped for in the future was gone. The experiences she planned to share, places she wished to visit, and the "old love" she looked forward to having with him one day... gone. Her heart sank further.
"Would you like these?" the orderly preparing the room for the next patient asked. The mundane tone of his voice suggested this was no new experience for him like he was numb to the emotional gravity of the situation.
On the verge of weeping, she glanced teary-eyed at the bouquet in his hand. "These were not intended to cause pain," she thought. Then she lifted her eyes to look him in the face. "No. No, thank you," she replied in regret.