September 16, 2011
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The door creaked open on rusty hinges as I cautiously shuffled into the too-white room, “Bernie?

A stale voice answered, “Fred”

“God Bernie, I-“




I frowned, “no, it’s not okay. God, if I’d known… Bernie it was just a silly joke.”


“Josh and I, you know, we really weren’t thinking.” I stuttered, my words tumbling out in a rush of emotion, “And then you… and … Oh god, Bernie.”


“It was silent in the room as he gazed emptily at the ceiling and my eyes glued to the floor, “I came to see you as quick as I could,” I ventured.


“Josh… he wanted to come too.”


“I spoke to the doctors… they said you’re going to be alright.”


I chocked back tears, “Bernie… forgive me?”

His dead eyes turned towards where I was, missing my face b a foot or so, “Okay.” He said, as the tears he couldn’t see ran down my face.

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