Synopsis
⭐️ RIVETING, CAPTIVATING, EMOTIONALLY PROVOKING ⭐️
A deeply moving story about love, loss and the strength it takes to carry on.
-Excerpt-
I woke up to the sound of the EKG with an IV in my arm and the whispering of my parents beside me. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling dizzy and unsteady, and for a moment I didn't realize where I was. I thought it was all a dream until reality hit, and it hit hard. The doctors, nurses, and everyone in the general area had to restrain me back into bed. I remember screaming out for Sadie and then everything went black again. I was put back into a deep sleep, and I wouldn't wake for several hours.
When I woke up, I was heavily drugged and slow thinking, but whatever they had given me had only calmed my body, not my soul; I was still in deep, deep darkness.
"Nicky?" my mother spoke softly. I could hear the concern in her voice as she clicked the nurse-call button.
A nurse came into the room immediately. "Hello, Nicholi. We're really glad to see those eyes of yours. You're a fighter."
I could barely speak--my throat was as dry as a clay pot on a sunny day--but I'd be damned if I didn't ask. I was afraid to hear the truth, but I needed to know.
"Where's Sadie?" I let out, although I somehow already knew. But there was still that small hope--that one miracle I believed God had owed me that I never cashed in.
The nurse looked grim and asked if my parents would like to tell me.
"Sadie didn't make it, son," my father confirmed, as he placed his hand on my shoulder and my mother placed her hand in mine. Even though I had already known it in my heart, the confirmation felt as if she had died all over again. The truth was now cemented, and hope was gone forever.
I shrugged my parents off of me. Their touch felt wrong. I didn't want the people who could have stopped this from happening years ago to touch me. It made me sick to my stomach.
I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else out of hope of distracting my mind because I felt like I was slipping away; I felt my sanity abandoning me. I fought for control by trying to remember better times, and my thoughts took me to a time when Sadie was a little girl--the little girl who had claimed my heart from the start. I wanted to stay in those memories where we innocently enjoyed each other's company, where I could hear her laugh before her cries ever began, where I could see the joy in her eyes before the pain came. It was all too much, but I was beyond the point of crying. I was in shock. I couldn't believe that I was forced to live a life without her. All I ever known was her--she was my life. When I opened my eyes, no emotion was upon my face, and I remained silent as I stared at the small cracks and bumps on the hospital wall in front of me. I felt nothingness. I felt void. I felt robotic. I felt soulless. Sadie was the source of my life, and when she went, so did I.
Blurb:
An elderly man named Nicholi sits on his porch gripped by sorrow from the memory of the death of his first love as he looks out beyond the tall grass at her childhood home. He had lost her at an early age, yet the pain is still present. The memories of a life that should have been shared with her have now become too agonizing and guilt ridden to allow him to move forward. Every day he sits alone outside hoping to see her again, counting the days of his old age.
On his 73rd birthday, he is approached by an unexpected visitor, and he is pleasantly surprised by the similarities between her and the love of his life. It's as if she is a living memory sent to him as a gift. While conversing with his visitor, Nicholi shares the story of his life with her, and in turn, is forced to relive his painful past in order to "see" her true identity and the significance of her visit.
A deeply moving story about love, loss and the strength it takes to carry on.
-Excerpt-
I woke up to the sound of the EKG with an IV in my arm and the whispering of my parents beside me. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling dizzy and unsteady, and for a moment I didn't realize where I was. I thought it was all a dream until reality hit, and it hit hard. The doctors, nurses, and everyone in the general area had to restrain me back into bed. I remember screaming out for Sadie and then everything went black again. I was put back into a deep sleep, and I wouldn't wake for several hours.
When I woke up, I was heavily drugged and slow thinking, but whatever they had given me had only calmed my body, not my soul; I was still in deep, deep darkness.
"Nicky?" my mother spoke softly. I could hear the concern in her voice as she clicked the nurse-call button.
A nurse came into the room immediately. "Hello, Nicholi. We're really glad to see those eyes of yours. You're a fighter."
I could barely speak--my throat was as dry as a clay pot on a sunny day--but I'd be damned if I didn't ask. I was afraid to hear the truth, but I needed to know.
"Where's Sadie?" I let out, although I somehow already knew. But there was still that small hope--that one miracle I believed God had owed me that I never cashed in.
The nurse looked grim and asked if my parents would like to tell me.
"Sadie didn't make it, son," my father confirmed, as he placed his hand on my shoulder and my mother placed her hand in mine. Even though I had already known it in my heart, the confirmation felt as if she had died all over again. The truth was now cemented, and hope was gone forever.
I shrugged my parents off of me. Their touch felt wrong. I didn't want the people who could have stopped this from happening years ago to touch me. It made me sick to my stomach.
I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else out of hope of distracting my mind because I felt like I was slipping away; I felt my sanity abandoning me. I fought for control by trying to remember better times, and my thoughts took me to a time when Sadie was a little girl--the little girl who had claimed my heart from the start. I wanted to stay in those memories where we innocently enjoyed each other's company, where I could hear her laugh before her cries ever began, where I could see the joy in her eyes before the pain came. It was all too much, but I was beyond the point of crying. I was in shock. I couldn't believe that I was forced to live a life without her. All I ever known was her--she was my life. When I opened my eyes, no emotion was upon my face, and I remained silent as I stared at the small cracks and bumps on the hospital wall in front of me. I felt nothingness. I felt void. I felt robotic. I felt soulless. Sadie was the source of my life, and when she went, so did I.
Blurb:
An elderly man named Nicholi sits on his porch gripped by sorrow from the memory of the death of his first love as he looks out beyond the tall grass at her childhood home. He had lost her at an early age, yet the pain is still present. The memories of a life that should have been shared with her have now become too agonizing and guilt ridden to allow him to move forward. Every day he sits alone outside hoping to see her again, counting the days of his old age.
On his 73rd birthday, he is approached by an unexpected visitor, and he is pleasantly surprised by the similarities between her and the love of his life. It's as if she is a living memory sent to him as a gift. While conversing with his visitor, Nicholi shares the story of his life with her, and in turn, is forced to relive his painful past in order to "see" her true identity and the significance of her visit.
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