short fiction
Loss
A dying man and the woman beside him confront love, memory, and an ending neither can stop.
“Logan! Logan!! Stay with me, don’t drift away.” Logan heard a faint voice in his ears, he could barely see a shadow of a woman through his bloodshot eyes. As he drifts to sleep, Logan knew this was it for him. He didn’t have time to process anything. As his final words, he chose to crack a joke at the woman he loved, “Drifting deez…” he couldn’t finish it as he succumbed to his ill fate.