I slipped hard and I fell off the stairs. My head hit the cemented floor and there was a huge thud heard across the room. My mother rushed towards me. I felt warm and fuzzy in my head. My eyes were closed but I could see everything. I became numb but I felt everything. I saw my mother rush towards me, panic stricken. She frantically searched for her phone before she called my father. There was blood everywhere. I breathed heavily. Breathing never felt so difficult. I could hear my heartbeat slowing down. My head felt so light and all I could think of was him. I laid down and cherished the deafening agony of fear of separation. I remembered his smile. I tried smiling back but tears rolled down my eyes. It seemed like a transparent illusion of all my dreams and reality touching me and merging together. Suddenly a white light appeared and a sweet sensation of sleep drowned upon me. ‘I need some rest’, I consoled myself. I heard my mother cry loudly. She held me tight. I felt her warmth gushing towards my eyes. I tried opening them. I wanted to tell her I am alright. I tried to speak, but all I could do was breathe. I felt helpless. What will he think when he comes to know that I fell off the stairs? He’d probably chuckle and say, ‘Stupid woman’. I heard a familiar voice. It was him. I felt his warm hands on mine. I heard my mother saying something to me. I couldn’t figure out what it was. Her lips moved slowly and she held my tender hands. I wanted to hug her. I wanted to her to hold me. I felt lighter with every passing minute. After a moment of struggle with myself, I finally rose up from the floor and I saw everything clearly. I saw myself. I felt his hand on my shoulder.
’Heaven felt so lonely without you’, He said.