I haven’t slept for 2 nights and they are trying to drive me out but as adamant as I am, nobody can stop me from doing the night duty again. Sitting by the window I take a plunge into the past and smile on the little things we did together as a kid, partied together as teenagers and got married as adults. We were meant to be together, if this is not destiny, what is? A groan from the bed brings me back to present and a tear rolls down my cheek when I look at him in pain. “It’s a matter of days…we are sorry” the doctor had said and my whole world had come crashing down. He signals me to start and forcing a smile on my face I fix him a drink and sit down with my glass, waiting for him to fill me up on details about his last wish. Instead he talks about the good time we had spent together, this makes me cry again. I am angry not sad because I can’t bear the thought of a life without him, can’t we switch places? He scolds me and says, “Reserve the mourning for when I am gone, this damsel in distress expression doesn’t suit you, where is my fighter?” I am looking for the fighter girl myself but I guess I’ve lost her forever. I ask him if he believes in heaven, hoping to meet him again in another world…no answer. Has he dozed off? No, the monitors attached to all the tubes pierced in his body give away the truth. The next morning standing by his pyre, I hear a shuffle from my bag. It’s an envelope by him, with trembling hands I open it and instead of a letter as I had hoped, it was a key. The next day my questions about the envelope are answered by the advocate who tells me that I am now the rightful owner of a house he had bought a few months ago. As I reach the location, I am surprised to see the plate outside the beautiful countryside house because it reads “happiness”. He was my love and my lifeline and he gave me the key to happiness in those final moments! “I am the fighter and I won’t let him down” I say, opening the window as a gust of wind brushes me!