Don't go...

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Of course, I remember - all of it. Your scream, my surprise, the sudden stopping, and all Hell getting loose afterward.

Of course, I remember - all of it. The exasperation for not being able to help you, the remorse for not avoiding the others in time.

But that's gone - all of it. Now it's a new Hell, with all the machines, the never-ending noise, and the urgency to attend us both. I kept you in a tight hug as long as I could. My needs over yours, as it seems now. Thinking that it may be sufficient to change the outcome.

But that's gone - all of it. As it seems now, that was not enough. I can hear them talking about trying again, and again. I can see them rushing from one attempt to the next, desperate, hauling tools and devices around. Time is a commodity for all.

Why the scramble? Why the desire to separate us? I've been holding on to you like this will be the last hug. But they need space, they need to work, and they need to succeed. I can't be in the middle of that. Even though, this breaks my heart. Even though, I feel my soul is just hanging in the void.

-.-*-.-

They try again. I can feel it now. The separation is growing and the emptiness is taking over. I can't allow it. I'm not ready, and hopefully, neither are you. As it seems now, I was keeping you in a tight hug as long as I could, but now it may not be sufficient to change the outcome.

"Don't go..." - I suddenly hear your calling.

They try again, without success. They felt it too. I can see it in their faces - demolished dreams of winning. Our hug returns and stays. I am not ready, and I can only hope neither are you.

Of course, I remember - all of it. Your scream, my surprise, the sudden stopping, and all Hell getting loose afterward.

Why the scramble? I've been holding on to you like this will be the last hug.

But that's gone. As it seems now, that was enough. For once, I was ready, and I was hoping you were too. They tried, but after your call, there was no hope. Our hug returns and stays.

-.-.-*-

I remember. You were gone almost immediately. I could see it in your face. No light, no life, just emptiness, and nothing else. The exasperation for not being able to help you. The remorse for staying behind stopped my heart. They tried but there was nothing they could do for you. They tried and almost succeeded, but I was determined to leave. I can't return without you.

"Don't go..." - I hear your calling again, now closer to me, as I hold you tight against my chest. You were gone first. And I follow suit.

"I'm going nowhere" - you hear me saying, now happier than ever.