"If love had a final stage, it would not be death.
It would be the moment someone keeps living with your heart inside them."
I repeated the last line in the diary.
I remembered it well but reading it through the diary made me feel like he was somewhere near.Close enough.
Even death loved him more.I asked for it from the very beginning and it still showed dominance.
I remember that day,I rushed to the airport to gather any information.On reaching there I came to know he had fainted before the flight.
He was in Greenland Hospital 7th floor.The carcinoma ward.I was there since long.But that day it felt more personal.He was in bed no 7
Beeping monitors around him.Drips given in bolus.Analgesics given timely.He was silently enduring all the pain as if the pain in his heart was far more serious.
I approached near him and touched his forehead a little.
He solely opened his eyes.
"Autum.."It wasn't frustration it was calm as if a part of him was waiting for me to be there since a month or maybe a century.
My eyes filled with tears.
"Please don't leave me.Or take me with you."
He still wiped my tears with his trembling weak hands and said.
"Don't make yourself weak.I can't be dead in you.I am with you.Promise me you will live.You will be a parent ,we will be a parent of those kids."
I closed the diary and looked around.7am I am the one on the 7th bench with a diary this time.The maple tree has a loosely held 7 leaves ready to fall.
7th July,its my 77th birthday.The Ana paraside still has the smell of brewing of coffee similar to that day.
Newspaper is dropped with a heading Rowat Orphanage is giving shelter to 1009 children and responsible for their health,education and life.Today at 7pm it was going to receive youth inspiration award.
But more special than that was a feeling.That I ..I kept the promise.
Something had changed in the walls.The lining had become thicker.The leaves had turned burgenday and the air was heavier until the loud buzz was heard .
A mass of people rushed to the door.The brewing smell went off.The door closed.And the six leaves…
They fell..
The atmosphere turns silent.Erriely silent.On the 7th bench a 77 years old women is lying with a last hitching breath.She takes a deep long breath
"Rowan."
The last leaf fell too.The last hitching breathe went off .The hands grew cloder and the eyes closed.
That..That is me
"Autum Vale."
A girl approached in rush trying to bring the breathe that had already went off willingly and happily.
"Help…Take her to the hospital."She in hazel eyes said in a higher tone.
A group of people approached along with a guy.
A guy with amber eyes.
He calmed her down and took me to the Greenland hospital 7th floor Bed no 7.
He came near her caming her down, "Death is inevitable .Its about how you live.She definitely had a life."
"It's Blaze."
"Winter."
I smiled.I was leaving but would the love leave??The spark had already arose,love had found a space and death??For me it was the greatest gift to ever get.
And by this I reached the last stage of love…
"Death."