By Monika   09/07

He sat on the plastic chair, his partner lay hooked to machines and wires, the beeping and whirring the only sounds in the room. He knew that the man in front of him was dying, the doctors had made that clear. He had to face the inevitable, had to let his partner go.

That’s life.

He closed his eyes and saw his partner, a mischievous smile on his face. Dark blue eyes full of concern, looking straight into his soul. Strong arms, wrapped around him to keep him grounded.

A strangled sob broke free. “Don’t leave me. - You’re my life.”

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