Mildred 131

"Don't do it Mara", he said in a caressing voice. I never saw him this much sad. I sighed. I touched his cheek. I could feel stubble on his once smoothly shaven jaw. Why did we fight? Why are we hurting each other? I hate it. Everyone of it. I don't know why we do it. Sometimes out of habit and sometimes because we were too much alike. None of us would bow down to the other. So we fight all the time to gain control over each other. But it never succeeds hardly. I was done with fighting. I have been fighting all my life. I want him to love me.

"I have to do it. Otherwise I will be dead. I knew the symptoms. I have done this before. I know amputation is no joke but I have to do it. You don't have to see it happen. Just look the other way. It will be over soon", I consoled him.

"No. I'm not going to let you do this to yourself. Not until as a last resort. I need a second opinion. If there is any chance to have your leg I don't want it to go missing ", he told me.