I will wait till my last breathe

There was a faith; a spark of light passing through her shadowy heart towards her soul and a reason to smile.

“My love will convey him to me, I will wait till my last breath.” She believed.

Time changed! Months bowed into years and years into decades. Thoughts shifted to fears and dreams into nightmares.

She was 11 when he was captured in her eyesight for the foremost time and now she was turning 66. The journey of wait has been provoking a pacific pain in her and with the time the pain was getting deeper within itself. She was transformed into a selfless human, generous, and endearing.

A 66 years old lady; her eyes deep inside her pale wrinkled face, her hair whitened and her hands were trembling hard. She was lying on her bed near a window. Her voice was lifeless within herself and her sight was fading nevertheless she was staring out of the window hopefully. Her eyes were stuck on her house entrance in await of someone.