My Dying grandma

i stared down at my dying grandma, her breathing rattled. The atmosphere brittle. Every rustle of the sheets, every shifting of feet was deafening. The doctor cleared his throat, breaking the monotony of the beeping heart monitor. “it might be kinder if you pull the plug” he states hoarsely, resting his hand on my mothers shoulder. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she whispered goodbye, and bent down to pull the plug. As she did, i leaned forward and gave grandma the last hug i ever would, as she began to glow bright blue, then shattered into thousands of triangles. Somewhere far away, i could hear the echoing cries of LiSA playing crossing field


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