Love Found in Heaven

It's been six months. Six months of waking up to the same plain old ceiling. Six months of being in unbearable pain. Six months since I last saw him. My world has been restricted to these four washed out white walls and my home; this metal bed. I feel as though I'm living another life; a second life. The sad part is that this life is only about pain and is completely devoid of any happiness. I prefer my first life when I could smile, live, love and enjoy life to its fullest. The life in which the world was so big that there were parts yet left to explore. Most importantly, the life in which I could make happy memories with my loved ones.

I had everything; a loving family, promising friends and of course, a charming partner. I had a good job and everything was perfect; of course I had my ups and downs once in a while but that was all part of the rollercoaster ride. Indeed everything was fine, until that one ill-fated day. During the late afternoon of 17th August 2014, I had gotten my test results from the doctor. I had been feeling sick quite often lately so David, my fiancee, took me to the Doctor. I remember the day like it was yesterday; my mother bawling her eyes out as my sisters consoled her with tearful eyes, my father looking pale and weeping silently and David trying to assure me it's alright even though his eyes said otherwise. It was that dreadful day I found out I had cancer and a year to live.

The few weeks before I got permanently hospitalized, I'd spend every day smiling and trying to live and throughout that period, David showed me the little joys of that life. He took me to all sorts of places, he showered me with ever more love and even though others called it pity, I preferred to call it simply his love because it made feel safe and forget that I'm dying. I held on to the last hope of life but soon even that was taken away when the doctor told me that the treatment wasn't working. Since then I've been confined in this room so the machines and pills can reduce my pain but I still feel agonizing pain every breathing moment; all because David left me. The last time I saw him it was the best day of my life or so I thought. I had spent the entire day with David, unfortunately the day ended with the Doctor's unfortunate news about my treatment and that night was the last time David held my hand. The next morning onwards, I couldn't contact him and even though my family tried its best we couldn't find him and since then I've never felt more alone. Feelings such as betrayal and hurt didn't exist, all I could do was worry about what happened. Was he tired of supporting the dying girl? Did he not love me anymore? Had I become a burden already? My daily routine consisted of waking up every morning to ask my sister about him, hearing the same disappointing reply and then staring into the void. Father doesn't speak much anymore, mother is always crying and she looks just as weak as me. Everyone has left their lives trying to take care of me and my limited life. This life is so bland. No one talks, no one laughs, and there are no happy memories and no good times. I can feel the pain increasing day by day but the physical pain given by this sickness cannot compare to the pain given by this life.

16th February 2015, I woke up due to an excruciating pain all over my body. It hurt so much I couldn't even scream. I gritted my teeth and held on tightly to David's photo frame as though begging it to make the pain go away. Soon I knew it was time to go so I stopped resisting and let death take over me. At that moment, I heard the doctors and my family rushing in and the last thing I saw through my blur vision was father holding mother as she cried. Finally I closed my eyes welcoming the darkness but then there was a single ray of white light piercing through the darkness. Had I been still dreaming? Slowly it got brighter and suddenly there was a figure in front of me; it was David. That's when I realized what was happening and all I could think in that moment was, "Oh so you'd been waiting here all along."