The Last 28 Days in My Life: 5 days to the end
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The Last 28 Days in My Life: 5 days to the end

The Last 28 Days in My Life: 5 days to the end

5 days to the end. The clock ticking sound was echoing with the vital sign monitor machine. I could hear my breathing wheezing behind the oxygen mask.

I couldn’t tell exactly how long I had been lying in the ward. It was dark outside and the moonlight was trying to find its way in through the window. Showering by the moonlight, the dark room seemed to be unusually desolate and silent.

Staring at the ceiling, I tried to pay attention to the sound of my heartbeat and breathing that flooded the entire room. Each time they symphonized, I was reminded of my existence in this world.

A tear drop escaped from the corner of my right eye as I imagined the moment when the sound would stop harmonizing, the world wherein my being would fade away and perish eternally.

I wished someday someone would explore the world on behalf of me. I would plead with them to help me see and feel the world to the fullest, living life like it would cease any moment soon. A gentle breeze was carried in through the window, rattling the pieces of organ donor registration forms lying on the table.

I covered my eyes and allowed myself to fully feel my current existence…

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