Quiet darkness

Nobody really wanted her dead, not really. That doesn’t mean she wasn’t supposed to die. She was far beyond borrowed time. She should have died 6 months ago when this all started. He kept her alive. Was it for her sake? Was it out of his own greed or inability to cope with what life was like without her? Or was it simply the psychosis that affected them both? We signed her death certificate, against his will, but out of mercy or compassion or simply to ease our minds that we will not one day be here.

I didn’t make her path or choose her direction, but I may have hastened the arrival to her final destination by simply signing the paperwork. When she came back, I heard she was blue. I wasn’t there. I had family obligations.

Even after everyone had stopped, her husband continued. He tried to provide her with the breath she needed, but all that was left was grief and anger. She passed out of this purgatory we had created for her, hopefully to someplace better, even if it was simply quiet darkness.