Heartbeats

It's so wrong, seeing him there. Laying in a bed that isn't his. Breathing air that isn't his. Surrounded by walls that aren't his. Walls of death. Why do they paint the walls in this color? Every thing about them tells me this is a place where lives end.

He shouldn't even be here.
I should. He should be the one watching me. He was always stronger than me. In every single way. I adored him above anything. I envied him.

I don't believe in the world anymore. It's cruel. It's false. Even if it wasn't I wouldn't believe in it. Who could when it puts someone like him in a place like this. These things don't happen. Not to people like him.

His skin feels so cold. It's as if he's not there. I take his hand in mine, trying to feel the presence of him. Just. One. Last. Time.
Nothing.

I stand by myself, in a world of fools, incapable to move. I can't utter a single word. Vulnerable. So. Very. Vulnerable.

I put my ear against his cold, bare chest. Wishing to hear one last sound of life.
One heartbeat.

Two heartbeats.

Three heartbeats.

Silence.