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Petyr’s here this evening, he’s been here all day. Their wedding day. Or was. She made us cancel everything. I kept the flower order, brought them in, the white, the yellow seem so pure. I hope she notices.
He holds her hand, watching her breathe, each one a struggle now. She’s been sleeping all day, still here, but not, somehow. He looks at the clock, as it shudders a bit, that thing it does shifting past midnight to start another day. He stands up, leans over, kisses her cheek. She stirs, but does not wake.
“I’m going for another coffee. You want anything, Frances?”
No, I say, I’ll keep watch for now. Stretch a bit.
He leaves. Sarah moans, then so softly, so weakly I barely notice, she says, “Move…The light…”
What, honey? What is it, Janie? I lean forward, my ear nearly touching her cheek. Is there anyone else, someone you want me to call?
“He’s right here…I see him… it’s getting brighter…like a sunset … those rays of light…and shadow…when it drops…below a cloud…”
I grip her hand tightly. Shh, shh, I say. It’s going to be all right, Petyr’s coming back.
Her eyes still closed, she insists, “No, no…he’s here…I can see him…getting closer.”
What do you see, sweetie, who is it?
“He’s reaching out…To me…for me… his arms…I feel a smile…his…”