Jean

I laid in my hospital bed, breathing shallowly as my oxygen hose was up my nose and my thin body was leaned back in your hold. You were holding me, trying to comfort me in my last moments but I didn’t care about dying, I just wanted to be with you. I smiled weakly up at you, my brown hair in my pale face as my brown eyes shined, my voice raspy as I whispered how close am I..?