Death

Kayla rushed into the hospital room. Her twelve year old son, Harry, lay dying on the bed. She held his hand and looked sadly at him, tears blurring up his handsome face. His eyelids fluttered open when he heard his mother's quick, shallow, gasps, and he told her calmly not to cry. This was God's will. He could not change it. Harry was wise beyond his years and he smiled and rubbed Kayla's hand soothingly. She cried even more. Harry was sad to leave all his family and friends behind, but he trusted that God had a reason to take him away like this. Perhaps it was to punish him, perhaps he deserved Heaven more than this, but whatever the reason, there still was a reason.

"Harry, don't leave me, darling, Mommy loves you." Kayla whimpered.

"I love you too, Mum, but we can do nothing now." he whispered softly.

"No,no, you can't go. Please, don't, please..." she replied, her words muffled through her tears.

Harry said no more, but he pressed his mother's cool palm to his feverish cheeks, thinking that this was what he would miss most in Heaven. Kayla sank to her knees beside him, and lay her head by his waist, crying too had for words. And suddenly, Harry cried too, unleashing all the tears he had held inside for so long. His heart burned and his breathing came out strangled. Kayla lifted her head to him and kissed his forehead gently. Harry looked up at her with his greyish eyes and smiled once more. His mother hugged him, oblivious to the fact that his breathing had stopeed, his heart at a halt, and she told him she loved him. When she released him, he lay peacefully on the bed, his mother's last words of love, the thing he held onto while departing to heaven.