You Knew

You knew.

That’s what gets me about all of this.

YOU KNEW.

Yet you said nothing.

You let me believe that everything was a fairy tale.

When the Brothers Grimm would be the one telling the story.

You made me feel like I had everything.

And now, I have nothing.

I’ve talked to your friends.

They all tend to say things like “she didn’t want to hurt you”

Then couldn’t tell me why you would no longer talk to me.

Why you would no longer see me.

So I would never see you.

So I wouldn’t be “hurt” by you.

And now, when the evidence is too great, your friends say that you begged them not to tell.

Why.

WHY???

Did you really think I would hate you?

Did you really think I would blame you?

No.

You knew I wouldn’t blame you.

But you did it anyway.

I’ll be truthful, it will take a long time to understand.

Forgiveness may come, probably will never forget.

Now I sit by a door in a hospital, waiting to see...

Waiting to see how it all ends.

Or is it how it all begins again?

Tony Karan finished the last few words on his hastily procured notepad, and looked at the hospital clock for what had to be the 95^th time since he had barged into the hospital hours ago, frantically changing into sterile clothing. And waiting. Waiting for the inevitable. Waiting for the words.

“Mr. Karan? She’ll see you now.”

Inside was a scene where frantic activity still lingered in the air. There was the smell of blood, of other things that he couldn’t identify, and didn’t have the mental facilities to even think about doing so at this point. There was only enough to see what had been the center of the frantic activity, her form, lying against the hospital bed, covered in sweat, and tears.

And the little baby girl who had just finished protesting its travels into a strange new world, murmuring softly as she nursed at her mother’s breast.