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Until we meet again

TW: Angst, Character's Death

One Day, I knew it was going to be over. One of us would breath our last breath, only one heart was going to keep beating.

When it happened I was in the kitchen, brewing water on the stove to make us some tea. I made Oolong tea. Back in the days we used to drink it together as it reduces anxiety and calms the nerves. Anxieties have always been present in this house. Wether it was when I scraped my knee when I was seven years old, when my father refused to let us go out together, when we decided to tie the knot, when we were blessed with the gift of life several times, when I fell sick and had everyone worried and now it has returned once again.

This time the fear felt different. It wasn't like a predator lurking around the corner ready to hit when you were least expecting it, it was more of a companion, taking on a long journey from another country to greet an old friend.

The whistling of the kettle tore me away from my thoughts. Just as I wanted to pour the water into our cups, the ones we've gotten as a wedding present, a family heirloom passed around in my family for almost a century, I heard someone come down the stairs. "Mother, you shouldn't do this. Let me and take a rest." My oldest daughter took the cups from me and started pouring me some tea, while I sat down in my favorite chair. It's a set of two big and comfortable green chairs, that shouldn't have lasted as long as they did, but we could've never gotten rid of them. I smiled fondly at the slightly used fabric, marked with decade long memories.

"It's time, isn't it?" I asked my daughter fondly while taking a sip of my favorite tea. "It won't be long, yes." she sighed, a foreign emotion, which I have never seen on her before painted her beautiful face. I placed the cup on our old coffee table and tried to get up. My daughter rushed to my side trying to help me up but I gently shoved her away. Even though the years of time have left their traces on my aging body, I have to do this alone.

Slowly I make my way to our bedroom, taking every step carefully, heart growing heavier. Our old friend has finally arrived, I can feel him in the depths of my soul, trying to leave his marks.

I enter the bedroom where he lays on his side of the bed breathing softly. I grasp his hand, one last touch, something that I can draw on until time catches up with me too. His hand is warm, calloused palms from decade long hard work, albeit his face is still soft as always as I run my hands along his cheek, just like he used to do it when I was sad or upset back in the days. I turn around to see our children and adult grandchildren standing in the doorway with tears of love and grief in their eyes. Together we made all of this possible but now one of us is going to move forward by themselves while the other remains until one day we will be together again. There's no doubt that we will see each other again. With a soft smile I lean towards his ear and whisper the following words:

"Thank you for everything my love. You can go now. Don't worry about me, I'm not alone. One day we will be together again. Until now, farewell my darling."