The End.

The End.

I never quite expected it to be like this. So peaceful. So lovely.

Whush.

I let out another breath, and the monitor beeps once more, its soft chirps like that of the sparrows that used to congregate outside of my bedroom window. I find myself thinking of home, thinking of places I'd rather be than here, dying between these colorless walls. I think of beautiful things, skies painted in shades of pink, green yellow, blue, and orange, or a field of daisies, dressed in shades of gold by the setting sun.

Whush.

The soft chirps continue, but I know that they won't go on for much longer. I will die alone, here in this cold, pale hospital room.
I'll be alright, though. Surely something better awaits me…at least, that's what I'd like to think.

Whush.

A soft breeze picks up throughout the room, disturbing papers and sending them fluttering through the air like ink-stained feathers. I look up to see a young man with pale skin and a shock of white hair, cloaked in a black marching band uniform; I know he has come for me, but I am not frightened by him.
"Frank," he murmurs, "Do you remember me?"
I nod. "How could I forget?"
He stops next to my bed, his dusky hazel eyes penetrating through me. "…You know why I'm here," he says.
I nod once more.
"…I'm sorry, Frank." There is no emotion in his voice; the only sign that he cares at all is the penitent gaze that he gives me as he gently rests one gloved hand over my faintly beating heart.

I close my eyes, and the soft chirps of memories turn into a single scream.