Bittersweet Reunion

I could remember how I got there but it was all a jumble of thoughts in my head.

One moment, the hospital hallway was a blur of frantic footsteps and hushed voices; the next, I was talking to a doctor, Belinda was holding my hand and then I was talking to a nurse and then, I was talking to the doctor again. 

Now, I was being led into Marion's private room. 

The air was heavy with the scent of antiseptic and I hated the smell of that so much. 

I quickly rushed to Marion's side the moment I saw him, my eyes filling with tears as they streamed down my cheeks. 

He lay on the bed, his once-strong frame now fragile and weakened by his sickness. 

His mask was off and now, I could see the pale truth of his condition, but his eyes, those deep, kind eyes, sparkled with a gentle warmth as he saw me approach.

 "Selena… ma chérie…" he whispered, his voice raspy and I nearly collapsed into his arms.