As soon as I set foot at the hospital premises, I shivered. Remembering what it was like to be inside those white walls. I hated every minute of it. I hated the many tubes and machines attached to Harry, Luke, and me. I hated the white sheets that covered my brother's body. I finally hated remembering Luke dying in front of me.
Yes, those memories did not haunt me anymore, but it did not mean that they lessened the pain. It was truly difficult to see the love of my life slowly leaving me with no promise of returning. No last word, but only his last breathe. Finally, when he stopped moving, the steady beeping sound was all I ever heard.
I remembered all of that before I lost my consciousness. When I woke up again, I was thankful. Fate spared me by letting me forget the man that I used to love.
