Sean sat, watching his wife as the machine’s beeping slowed.
He studied every line, every wrinkle, and every hair on her head as her chest rose and fell shallower each time. It wasn’t long, now. He’d made peace with it long ago, but he hadn’t given up hope that they would somehow see their fiftieth anniversary together.
With only a few days to go, there was no way she would make it without breathing assistance, and she had refused that.
That was okay. He wouldn’t last much longer.
Amazing, he thought. We thought I would’ve been the first to go.