Day 7 : Expiration date

“Till Death do us apart"

I whispered as I looked in her eyes. That glint, that smile, I stared as I’m burning this image in my mind.

Till Death do us apart

Mere words spoken by mere brides and grooms in mere weddings. Mere promises that occasionally aren’t held, but here, as I stand in front of her, tubes in her nostrils connected to an oxygen tank she always carried with her, I knew that I won’t be able to break this promise.

Till Death do us apart

Doctors have told us that we only had 6 months left. I had already written my eulogy, because I thought putting it off would only make it more painful to write.

“I do"

I said mechanically as if on cue. I couldn’t really think about anything else. I was already lost in her eyes and I already planned on living there.

“I do"

The one and only person I cared about uttered those words. Maybe I should start carrying a sound recorder and save every single word she says, that way none of that is lost. Maybe if I start doing that, I would end up wanting more.

I just, I couldn’t accept it.

Her eyes changed, she must have picked on the painful thoughts in the back of my head. Although she said “I do" confidently, until two days ago, she wasn’t going to do that. She couldn’t bear putting me through all of this. Until two days ago, she was about to flee from everyone.

I shook off these thoughts, I don’t want anything to taint our magical eternal moment.

And we kissed.