B33p, B33p, B33p

Beep, beep, beep.

The sound of the heart monitor was monotonous, but it still spoke volumes. He sat next to her bed, holding her hand in his, watching her slip away.

Beep, beep, beep.

He’ll come, he thought. He has to come … she’s his mother. After everything she did for him, he wouldn’t just abandon her.

Beep, beep, beep.

He kissed her hand, noticing how cold it felt, and he looked into her eyes. He could see his wife, his lover, his best friend slipping away.

Beep, beep, beep.

“Don’t worry,” he said to her. “He’ll come. I promise.”

The End