(Shino Asada)

It all went by so quickly. That night was one of the best. But when the sun rose, and I woke up, tears still stained my cheeks.

I knew. Reality had sucked me back in, and I had to face it. Gladly not alone.

When we woke up, we got dressed without a word. And before we walked out my door he embraced me, whispering comforting words, showering my face with soft kisses.

We made it to the hospital and the doctor gave me a moment before it was time.

"Can I have a moment, Kazuto?" I whispered. He nodded as he gave me a lingering kiss on my forehead before he left the room.

I hated this smell. I don't know how to describe it. The smell of a hospital.

It only reminded me of horrific memories of my dad. After the crash my mom and I rushed to the hospital, to be told he didnt have a pulse. Ever since then, I hated the stench. And now I'm hating it even more.

So to be here, visiting the last parent I have, and soon to be gone from this world, I feel my chest tighten and my breathing quicken. The same feeling I had when my dad died.

But I heard a melody play softly in my mind. At first I thought I was hysterical. But this melody calmed me down.

My breathing began to get steady.

My chest wasn't so tight.

And I began to tear up when I heard a familiar voice join this familiar slow melody. A voice I've been craving to hear. And it haunted my mind, echoing, singing.

Mom.

Don't let your heart feel blue
Just let me hold you
Don't let your heart break
Just let me fix you
Don't let your heart feel pain
Just let me sooth you
Don't let your heart be afraid
Just let me hold you

Don't be scared
Don't you cry
I'll be here to sing you this lullaby
Don't you fret
Don't you sigh
I'll be here to hold you

Tears soon streamed down my rosy cheeks, and a sad smile made its appearance on my lips.

The lullaby repeated in my mind and soon I found myself singing along to this old lullaby.

Don't let your heart feel blue
Just let me hold you
Don't let your heart break
Just let me fix you
Don't let your heart feel pain
Just let me sooth you
Don't let your heart be afraid
Just let me hold you

Don't be scared
Don't you cry
I'll be here to sing you this lullaby
Don't you fret
Don't you sigh
I'll be here to hold you
By your side

I slipped my hand in hers, and rested my head at her bedside, singing the song that once slipped from her lips.

The song that she made just for me in mind.

The song that comforted me in the darkest coldest nights, filled with cries and tears.

The song that echoed throughout my room.

I look at the clock on the wall and noticed time had gone by fast. It's been half an hour. They must be waiting for me.

I sighed and look down at her body then to our locked hands. Can I do this?

•••

I think we all take our mom's for granted. Or anyone we love and care for.

Like I lost someone recently that took all of us (my family) by surprise. Don't wait till tomorrow to say I love you. Because tomorrow is not promised.

Live like you only have here and now.

Why wait for the uncertainty of tomorrow when we have a promising today?

I go to his funeral soon, maybe next week. His birthday was only a few months ago. We sang him happy birthday, and that may he have many more at the end of the song.

But we never expected this.

So please heed my words. Give your loved one a hug. Tell them you love them. Tell them you care. Say your sorry's. Make amends.

Tomorrow? It's not promised.

Forgive me if I don't update as much as I used to.

I love you all. My readers mean everything to me. Without my readers, I wouldn't be much of author, would I?

Until Next Time.

-InGameProdigy