Internally I’m screaming, begging them to say what I need them to say. My chest feels so tight, so heavy. Air no longer fills my lungs, fear does. Pure unbridled fear. Those words need to come out of her mouth, my life depends on it. I depend on it. But I can only scream, on the inside. The outside? A husk of my former self. My ears open to the voices and conversations that’s surround me, my hands feeling every single brush of a finger yet I’m a husk. A poor image of my former self. Please say those three words. They may be heartbreaking, a terrible pain but it’s only temporary for you. For me I’m trapped, I have minutes left if they say it, If they only say what I need them to say.

But if they don’t? I have years maybe even decades left. An expanse of time slowly fills my brain, I cannot be this husk for much longer. They need to turn it off.