Horny Hump Day. This Isn’t the Usual Post

This is something that I have shown only to select people until now. It isn’t the normal sex romp style for Horny Hump Day, but reminds us of why we even care about a hump day at all. Sometimes love is the cruelest of all emotions.

Broken Heart

By Damian Bloodstone (damianbloodstone@gmail.com)
Copyright © 8/16/2014 All Right Reserved. This cannot be copied in whole or in part without the author’s sole express permission.

Callista sat next to his bed, his slow breathing and heartbeat filled her ears. A shattered antique reader set the desk over from them. The opening the door didn’t startle her anymore. She watched as a new nurse came to check him.

“I’ll look after your father,” the nurse said. “Why don’t you go for a walk?”
 
“He isn’t my father.” She tried to dismiss the remark but knew she had flushed since the room had gotten hotter.
 
“How about I get you something to eat,” the nurse asked.
 
“Leave us,” Calliste said. She heard the nurse quickly leave.
 
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The doctor came in the room. He checked the readings on the machines then turned to the woman in the chair.
 
“What are you going to do, Calliste?” the doctor asked standing on the other side of the bed.
 
“He’s my life.” She glanced at the readouts as the heart rate dropped again. Sweat beaded on her skin as she felt her throat threaten to close.
 
“You can go back and be assigned another.” The doctor paused at the sight of her silently shake her head.
 
She got up and with trembling hands brushed the blanket down over him again. A sensation he had grown to love from her. He felt nothing now. She sat again, hands moving until forced to be still on the arms of the chair.
 
“You’ve cared for him as best you could during this time,” the doctor said shuffling his feet. “He would want you to go on.” The sight of tears, not possible in her eyes, shocked him. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair until it groaned.
 
“Can you die of a broken—heart?” she asked.
 
“No,” the doctor replied. He watched the monitor.
 
“I will.” She held her lover’s hand and closed her eyes. His heart stopped as the tears fell from her eyes.
 
The doctor turned off the monitoring machines. He glanced at her holding his hand. She was completely still. By law, he was supposed to remove it. He couldn’t. The tears on her face were the evidence of something too profound for reason. He walked from the room, his own tears threatening to fall.

Who are we to judge those than can only find love in the most unusual places? We talk of finding someone to those alone around us. It is harder than most believe. Love comes in so many different forms that you cannot define or set limits on it. It is the best of emotions and the cruelest of them because we cannot control it.
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