[spoiler]This is a prequel to the post I made previously with Kent's daughter.[/spoiler] [b]It Is Time | Old Earth | Part II[/b] “Hey, wake up.” A soft voice says next to Kent. “C'mon, you're going to be late.” Kent opens his eyes, Sylvia is laying right beside him, her bright green eyes staring into his. Her dark brown hair falls evenly down her shoulder, covering the face of her neck. She smiles at him, her dimples resting prominently on her cheeks. “You're so cute when you're sleeping.” She says with a smile. “But it's time to get up…” “Get up.” Kent wakes up, somehow still driving in a straight line. He grips the steering wheel, letting out a deep sigh. He puts his head back on his seat, sweat trickling down his forehead. The hospital is just up the road, now in his view. He pulls into the parking lot, unbuckling his seatbelt he rushes towards the door. The bright lights of the hospital lobby seem to blind him. He shields his eyes, holding his wrist up to his forehead. “Psst, hey. You're awake. Good.” His wife begins speaking to him again, this time, in front of the bedroom mirror. “You look great. That tie really compliments your eyes.” She grins, adjusting his suit coat. “Thanks, I appreciate it.” He puts his hand on her cheek, kissing her forehead. He slowly strokes her cheek with his thumb, gazing into her eyes. “Have I ever told you how beautiful [i]you[/i] are?” “I don't think you have.” She replies with a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You think I would have by now… because goddamn I'm a lucky man.” He kisses her. They stand for a few minutes, staring into each other's eyes, exchanging a few kind words until finally Kent was reminded of the time. “Looks like it's time to go.” She says with a soft grin. “I don't want to go.” He says, holding onto her hands. “You have to… it's time.” She lets go of his hands, walking backwards. Kent walks towards her, only for the room to elongate, Sylvia now seeming to be getting further and further away with each step taken. Kent begins to yell her name as she turns away, the room now long enough to be a hallway, and at the end of it -- a bright light. Sylvia walks toward it, not seeming to hear Kent screaming her name, wanting her to come back. Soon, her body fades into the light, leaving nothing but an empty corridor. Kent runs down it, nurses and doctors now filling up the empty spaces. Rooms begin to form around him, patients lying inside, visitors moving in and out. Some crying, some not. He quickens his pace, trying to find the right room. Though, when he arrives, doctors and nurses are standing outside, talking to one another. Kent tries to walk past, only to be stopped by a doctor. “I'm sorry… but you can't go in.” He says, his voice calm yet solemn. “I need to see her…” He tries to push past him, but can't. He got a glimpse of her, he knew. “Mr. Logan, I'm very sorry, but she passed away just a few minutes ago.” He places a hand on Kent's shoulder. “The cancer spread to her-” “I know where it spread to. I got the call… I just thought there would be enough time…” Tears begin to fill his eyes as the realization hits him -- his wife is gone. The woman he thought to be perfect is now dead. Kent breaks down, falling to the floor, crying out his wife's name. The subtle tears becoming heavy sobs. The doctors and nurses help him up, but he pushes them away, rushing into the room. He runs to her bed, her skin pale and her eyes closed. Her long brown hair is gone, all that remains is a bald head. The chemotherapy did not work, the surgeries did not work -- nothing worked. They tried so hard, but nothing worked. Kent kneels down next to her, holding her lifeless hand with both of his. He rests his forehead on the edge of the bed, crying. “Please Sylvia, please don't go… Not now. I need you. I need you here with me. Without you I am no one… I am without a cause… Please…” He leans toward her, kissing her forehead. Nurses walk in and grab Kent by the shoulders, gently pulling him away. “Sir, we have to ask you to leave.” One of the women say to him, trying to gain his attention. Kent cannot reply. He just lets them walk him back out of the room, his eyes now a light pink from crying. He still can't comprehend the situation at hand -- she's gone. The nurses sit him down at one of the benches in the hall, a woman stays to keep him company, asking him questions. He answers none, but begins to speak. “I didn't get to see her.” His lip quivers as he tries to hold back his years. “She needed me here, and I let her down…” He rests his chin on his folded hands, now sitting in his lap. “It was going to be a eight year anniversary next month…” He continues. “We would have went out for dinner, and I would have taken her to the park to dance under the gazebo. That's when she'd call me cheesy…” He chuckles at the thought, though soon realizing the situation. “Though that will never happen.” He finishes. Nurses bring Sylvia out on her bed, rolling her down the hall towards an elevator, there she will be taken to the morgue. Kent watches as his wife goes past, he waves to her, blowing her a kiss as he whispers goodbye. He closes his eyes as he leans back on the bench, a tear rolling down his cheek. All of the memories rush into his head, like times where they would have snowball fights before they'd go to work, or when Sylvia would write sweet notes on his pancakes in the morning for breakfast. He’ll miss her sweet lips that would always greet him with a goodmorning or goodnight kiss. He'll miss her goofy attitude when they'd cook dinner together. He will miss everything about her. He will miss [i]her[/i]. [spoiler]Closed. Open to comments.[/spoiler]