Fictions - Can touch your heart -4 (Things never Die)

I have always thought if we will BE together....even after death.... she whispered.. looking into his eyes, holding his hands.
“Yes,ofcourse.. and why not? Do you think anyone can separate you from me?” he replied sitting beside the hospital bed she was lying on...
“I am obviously old and weak. But my heart is strong.... I can knock anyone down who tries to take you away from me....
But I do fear.... that I will lose you..I will never get to see you again. I am scared of falling in that deep emptiness from where I will never return....
Her wrinkled hands grabbed his hand tighter than ever.... A shining drop of sacred tear fell from her charming eyes.
“But you won’t lose me...ever...I will always stay by your side. even in that dark emptiness that you fear.....I will never let you go.” he said holding her hand and pulling it close to his heart...
She paused and said “But this disease and the limit of my life will defeat you. You’ll have to let me go.” and tears rolled down her cheeks.
“If my love is true, and there’s god, I will not ever need to let you go.” said the old man and stood up to leave the operation room.
He left the room praying to god, but he certainly wasn’t wishing for her recovery.

The moment she took her last breath... his wish was fulfilled... God heard him...
They both departed from the world, together, holding their hands...

“We are together,” the woman, now in wedding gown was walking with her husband hand in hand, towards the gates of heaven.
“Yes, my dear. Even God believes that if the love is sacred and pure, death isn’t an end. When souls are connected together, they surely meet again, let it be on earth, or in heavens”

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