He had loved her once, he was sure. He couldn’t remember why. He should have left the first time she cheated. He’d tried to so many times since, but she always begged: “Don’t leave me Eddy. Purleeeeze.” And he always stayed.
It didn’t matter now. The hiss of the respirator had stopped. The steady beep of the heart monitor had fallen silent. She was gone. No more pleading. He turned away.
From behind him came a “beep beep hiss”. The life support machine. “But I turned it off…” he whimpered, turning back.
A hand shot out and clamped his wrist. “Don’t leave me Eddy. Purleeeeze!”
This post was written as part of the 100 word challenge for grown ups a Julia’s Place.