Yesterday, I felt my end was near.
There was a sharp, shooting pain that took birth from my ear till my chest. Numbing my face, making it difficult to speak.
Fear rose in my chest, leaving the tiny red beast within the confines of my rib cage in a tizzy. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Yet, I could feel it. My end was near.
There was a serene acceptance. Almost embracing the fate that seemed sealed within the confines of my mind.
I wondered if you would remember me. I wondered if you will look at my typed out words, resting in your phone and feel loved. I wondered, if my words would help you feel cherished. I wondered if you could finally feel me next to you.
The day sailed by, without any physical incident to the little red beast. It was still beating. By night, it slept restlessly.
Then there was dawn.
I had survived.
But my words still hung on in your phone with a silent hope in my being that those words would still have an effect on you, which I cannot define.