Silent Prayers. - by Yahweh's Delight ✨❤️‍🔥

The constant banter didn't stop. The tension was so thick through the phone line that neither of us was willing to admit that we were at fault. Suddenly, I heard a crash. Then the line went dead. Silence. I kept calling your name, but all I could hear was a faint groan. With trembling hands, I grabbed my coat and keys and ran to my car. I checked your last location. It wasn't far from here, I thought. I drove, following the map, my heart pounding against my chest. Finally, I arrived. And what I saw made me freeze. The ambulance was already there. Firefighters were desperately putting out the flames that consumed the wreckage. My heartbeat seemed to pause. I saw your car. Damaged beyond repair. I was about to run towards it when Austin grabbed me and pulled me back. Slowly, gently, they brought out your limp body. "No. No, no, no, no!" I screamed. I struggled against Austin's hold, desperate to reach you, until I finally broke free and rushed towards the ambulance. They placed your body on the emergency bed. I saw your fingers twitch. And I knew we still had hope. I climbed into the ambulance and held your cold, bloody hands. Then I prayed. I prayed that you would not go gentle into that good night. A silent prayer escaped my lips as we raced towards the hospital. I felt your fingers curl around mine. And for a moment, I was happy. But then you spoke. "Remember me not." I stared at you. "Remember me not if you won't be happy. Remember me not if you won't move on. Remember me not if you won't forgive yourself." I stared into your deep grey eyes. They were slowly drifting into the good night. Panic seized me. I kept praying that the silent land would stop calling your name. That you would keep fighting. That you wouldn't leave until I said so. You held onto my hand tightly and whispered, "From dust we were formed, and as dust shall we depart." You took a shaky breath. "For whoever plans on never being prepared for the cold hands of that good night, how can they ever be prepared for the warmth of the afterlife?" Your voice grew weaker. "For I shall depart from thee, but I shall reunite with thee in Heaven." Tears blurred my vision. You looked at me one last time. "As I lay at rest upon your bosom, new memories shall we create. New journeys shall we begin, as we dance upon that beautiful street." You squeezed my hand. "Live a life that will be worth it. Love endlessly. Forgive others, and forgive yourself." Your voice trembled. "I know I wasn't the best husband to have. But I hope I was the best friend you wanted. I hope I was the brother you wished for." A faint smile crossed your lips. "And I hope I was the man you always prayed to the Creator for." Those words and many more were spoken as I watched you go gentle into that good night. And this time... You never came back.

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