Begin the story with the given sentence :
‘Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness.....’
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Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness, but I did not draw away. Even as chilled as the hand was, it was a comfort. The feeble strength in the hand was enough to tell me that she was still here. In the near to perfect darkness of the room, I looked towards where I knew she was. Leaning forward, tailbone on the edge of the hard plastic chair, I slid my hand across the scratchy fabric swathing her stomach. I let my warmth seep through the gown, let her cold skin sap away the heat of my palm.
"I'm here," I wanted to say. "I'm not going to leave this time, I promise." The words stuck in my throat, dying as silently and swiftly as most promises tend to. I could promise never again to leave her, but she could not promise me the same. It felt uneven--of course, I knew it was unfair to feel that way--and I did not want to make such a promise when she could not return it. She would leave me. Soon. Time no longer passed me by in days or minutes, it passed by in a blur of, "Not long," and "Too soon," and "Any time now." The words streaked past my eyes in reds and blacks, too quickly for me to catch them and erase them.
I found myself wishing that I could see her. I wished that I could see the brown hair that was once a dark mahogany. I wanted to see the dull green eyes that had once reminded me so of a leaf in spring. Darkness robbed me from seeing the sickly pale skin that had once shone alabaster in the faint sunlight. The changes once bothered me, but I didn't mind anymore. The petals of the rose had withered, but I still wanted to see the dried, dead petals.
"You're okay," I finally managed to say aloud. There was a momentary pause, and then the feeble fingers gave a little squeeze. It felt like a question. Perhaps a self-assurance. I couldn't be sure. Any song she might have song would have been too quiet for me to hear. I mustered my own voice up again, shattering the darkness of the room with my whisper, "I'm still here."
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