The Machines Are Quiet Now

*I just felt like posting this again.*

Driving at night on the luminous strange (yet familiar) roads made her reminiscent those days when she wasn't so alone. She could almost feel him sitting next to her. It's been a while since she's had that kind of security. She wanted him back. She wished those glorious days had never ended. The void in her life aggrandized as time went by. She wished she had tried to stop him from leaving. She wished she had told him how she felt about him. She longed for his presence. Tears rolled down as she regretted every fight that were initiated by her. If he were next to her, she would ask forgiveness for everything. She would fight for him. He was the only man in her life who cared so much about her. He was with her every step of the way as she was recuperating.

And he was gone. Just like that. And she just sat here and watched. She started becoming furious at herself as she thought more and more about him. The car picked up speed. It was going 80 miles per hour as opposed to 40mph (as she was driving 5 minutes ago). Her senses became occluded. She was not noticing the road anymore. Unawarely, she made turns. She ran red lights. She was not aware of the honks and blinking lights that indicated that she was going the wrong way on a high way. It was not until she was blinded by a beam of light that she noticed the truck that was coming straight at her. Before she could make a move, everything went black.

She woke up. Everything was hurting. Everything was blurry. Few moments passed by before her vision was lucid. She saw people in blue with masks over their mouth working frantically on her bloody body. What is with all the plunging? The machines in the rooms were going haywire. She looked to her side and there he was. He was smiling. He smile was always so soothing. She became ecstatic. He had forgiven her. He loved her, after all. This time she is not going to let him leave..by himself. She is going to join him, she decided. She saw that the people that were working on her were more frantic now. She thought it was funny. Nobody is going to stop her from joining him. Not now. He held his hand out. Without hesitation, she put her soft arms on his hand. She felt a sudden thrill. At last, they are together again. Now, she was standing with him over looking the dozens of people. Finally, they had calmed down. They were leaving, one by one. Good. It was just her and him now..and the machines.

The machines are quiet now.