“Tony, I love you. You know you are my world, my life, my everything.”
Julie sat holding Tony’s hand. “Remember when we first met,” she reminisced, “You said I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
“And remember our first argument? That’s when you realised I was a fiery woman! You are the only man that allowed me to be myself and who loved me for who I am. You gave me room to express myself.” Tears began to fill her eyes. “Say something Tony, please say something!”
Tony was still.
She gasped for air, trying to fill her lungs amidst her sobs; the only other sound in the room was the clock on the wall, it’s ticking exaggerated by the silence.
The door opened and a voice called, “Jules… Julie? Come on, we have so much to do.”
“I can’t leave him! Who will he have if I go?”
“I know, but arrangements have to be made and we can only do so much. You’re the one with all the knowledge and information; we need you.”
Julie stood up, reluctantly letting go of Tony’s hand and bent over to lovingly kiss his forehead.
Hours later, Julie stormed into the front room where Tony lay, motionless. “I am so angry! All these people want is money for this, payment for that…can you believe it? I told the catering woman exactly what I thought of her and her prices!
“And I get nothing from you!” She sighed. “I promised you till death do us part, there’s no way I’m letting you leave me!”