Heaving
Legs cramping
Face dripping
Clothes whipping
Wind burning every pore of his body
Hair drenching
Adrenaline spiking
Mind chaotically racing
Heart dropping
He escapes from the storm once the doors slide open
Scrambling
He finds he’s too late
His father’s eyes had been shut
His father’s skin marked in death through its yellow facade
Nurses seemed to be hovering
His color, too, became fleeting
He collapses to his knees
Nothing but the weight of mourning occupies his heart
His mind pounds of all the regret eating away at his being
The words suck the life out of him like a leach latching on, causing him to suffer

“You never even said you loved him, you never answered his calls, you never got to show him how you’ve changed, you never got to tell him how you forgive him..”
He grabs his father’s hand
With swollen eyes and a trembling voice he whispered,”I have always loved you, no matter what you did, I loved you. I always will. I’ve changed dad...I’m a man you would be proud to call yours. May I see you in Heaven one day.”
With his head bowed
He kissed his father’s hand
He crouched down to the side of the bed
Then he wept.