The Last

Laying in his bed, his old tired eyes looking up at her. The pale blue eyes trying to give her strength with just a look. The soft beeping of the monitors started to slow. She held his hand, holding her breath. His last thought was of how he always loved looking into those brown eyes.

She was sleeping soundly in the folds of the down comforter. As he silently buttoned his shirt, he watched her sleep. He scanned the hotel room to make sure he didn't forget anything. Turning from the softly closed door, he slipped his ring back on his finger. His phone was blinking the reminder of the doctor's appointment on the screen as he pocketed the phone.

All the giggling had left them out of breath. The 5 girls were in various types of sleepwear with hair half made in attempts to copy the hairstyles of the fashion magazines strewn across the floor. The remnants of the stuffed animal war was visible. The pyramid of canned drinks guarded the door from prying little brothers. Every one of them were so excited that the following Tuesday was the first day of high school and new adventures.

The loud music in the car helped relax her after the long day waiting on tables. The darkness of the car lit up each time a message was received  Normally she held off the temptation of seeing who was talking to her. She thought a moment before picking up the phone and hit the message icon. Relief flooded over her face as she realized the party was starting late due to the guest of honor being late. As headlights flooded her door window she never got to see why.