Time Is Limited

The unbearable pain, yet I couldn’t scream. All I could do is helplessly watch the nurses and doctors hovering over me, trying to do something; anything to save my life. To be honest, it doesn’t really matter whether I live or not. Well, maybe some tiny part of me hoping that I would, but the same part where everyone refuses to give up that hope. But I know I won't be able to make it. You won't really care anymore because you know the end is coming soon, there’s always a difference in that; whether you have hopes or not. Sometimes, I envy those people who are able to walk under the sunlight, not knowing when their lives might end. And foolishly believing that their time was unlimited because there was nothing in their life to remind them that everything has an expiration date. But Alex… He was different, everything about him was totally different. His perspective towards life. The way he live it to the fullest, seeing beauty in everything that normal people won’t even take another look on it. He sees them from a positive way and appreciate them . He was the exact opposite of me. Although he might not know it, he was my light. The only thing that I could say about him is that he is innocent and pure-hearted, yet he was ignorant. He could understand the hardships in life, the bitter reality that most people chose to ignore. And that was what made him appreciate life more, a life with limited time. I guess that is the reason why I look up to him the most. He knew his time is ending soon, however he didn’t just sit and do nothing. He didn’t let his sickness affect him. All he do is appreciate everything that was around him, which is something that I could never do. I watch the doctor scrambling around me, tryi... ... middle of paper ... ...k a deep breath. “This morning, he was eating his breakfast and he was talking about visiting you again.” She said as her voice shaking. “Then all of a sudden he started clutching at his chest so I called the doctor. They took him to the operating room and were performing surgery.” “So are they done yet?” I asked, squeezing her hand tightly. “When will I be able to see him again? Is he in a coma? When will he wake up?” I knew my voice was trembling. Yet, I couldn’t help controlling it. “Ashley!” the nurse yelled. I turned to her with tears in my eyes. I then felt her arm wrapped tightly round me and it was too much for me to handle. I buried my face in her shoulder and cried for the first time in a long time. The last time I cried was when I discovered I had cancer. “Why?! Why did he have to die? He never did anything wrong!And yet, he’s gone! It’s not fair!”
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