Were you the last one to say goodbye?
Drop-dead gorgeous, with her long hair and innocent eyes, neverending legs and beautiful smile. She died of cancer last year - gone like she´d never existed. Suffering, she could feel me as I watched her pain, I heard her whispering prayers, though she never really believed in God.
How come? Did she suffer for her beauty or for her sins? It´s wonderful, that in the eyes of Death, we´re all the same.
Doctors came and gone. Nurses came and gone. Every one of them, turning their heads, could not stand looking at her - she was a goddess when she came, and nothing more than a monster when she left.
I felt no regret. Eternity is the only thing I can feel - and no mortal belongs to the eternity - they are all as elusive as a beauty itself. I enjoy watching beautiful people dying. It is amazing, how finally they realize, there is so much more around, and so much more about theirselves than just beauty.
And it´s always late, because the moment they realize, I touch their hand and hold it - finally as cold as my mind - and both for the first and the last time, they can see me. And they remember.
It is just dying that´s so difficult. However, it is still easier than life itself - and what is awaiting them on the other side?
Only they know.
I´m just the last one to say goodbye.
