Finally Broken

I took your soft, frail hand in my own and kissed it. Your grip, once so
strong, could now barely grasp my finger, but I hardly noticed. I could
sense the life slowly draining from your body, and I knew the second I
let go of you, you would be gone forever.
So I held on to you like my life depended on it.
And it did.
You were my life, you were my everything. I couldn't possibly fathom existence
without you, and now here I was. Mere seconds from losing everything I loved.
I never appreciated time more than in that very moment. Reality slowed. The
dwindling beeps of the heart monitor seemed to mock me. The cheerful
birds chirping outside- happy to be alive- spit in my face. The shining
sun, alive and vibrant, ridiculed every breath you took. My heart
shattered as I watched your weak lungs struggle to inhale the very air
I had taken for granted my whole life. My eyes searched yours, begging
for some kind of reassurance. Praying to God for a miracle, a childish
hope that everything would instantly be okay again. I damn near fell to
my knees to beg to God, to beg anyone, for help. I, the selfish,
independent, disaster of a human -who always insisted I needed and loved
no one- was finally brought to my knees. With your last feeble gasp for
air, I was alone. I had finally been broken.