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Author: Kenske
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Published: 07-29-05 - Updated: 07-29-05 - id:1973993

He held his hand as the stretcher was being pushed through the hospital walls. The man lying down seemed barely coherent- his hand was barely gripped onto the other mans. His brown hair was matted down by blood.

Right before the two swinging doors, one of the medics had the standing man let go. He stood their, looking at the other man as he disappeared further into the halls of the hospital. He stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do next.

The funeral was held the next week. The church, which was located in a cozy spot down the street form the heart of the city, was filled with mourners. Just a few minutes after his arrival to the ER, the man closed his eyes and never woke up.

His parents made a special visit to the town. Up in the front for, they sat with looks on their face like they should be crying and couldn’t. From the back, the man who was left alone in the waiting room of the hospital to learn of his friend’s death thought to himself. They’ll come up for this death, but not what was important to him? The preacher began to speak when the man stood up. He did not believe in what was about to be said, and felt like he should leave it to those who did.

Outside was overcast and rainy. If the man were to smoke, this would be the opportune time. Instead, he crouched down and stayed there. All of this was so sudden and nobody really know what was really going on.

Another lone person soon walked outside. She had long black hair and was relatively thin. With a respectful look on her face, she walked towards the man, giving away her intent to speak with him. Stopping to stand next to him, she paused for a moment and then spoke.

“I know you two were close. And I'm sorry, because this is my fault.” She hesitantly admitted.

“No, it isn’t,” he responded sternly, standing up. He walked back to the doors of the church. About to go back in he turned to the woman and spoke again.

“We…were lovers, if you didn’t know.”

He left her to her dismay and returned for the end of the service. She, however, couldn’t go back in. With this knowledge, she couldn’t face all of those who didn’t understand.



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