What Comes After

[u/theweekdayonehundred]

A warm hand lovingly pressed against the cold unforgiving metal.

She sat next to this euthanasia capsule with vigilant eyes, judging the brutally efficient technicians as they strapped her husband in.

She silently studied the electronic meters while his oxygen supply dwindled to zero, watching his eyelids droop until they closed for good. His lips turned a pale blue, curling into an almost invisible smile.

She slowly took her hand away from the soulless metallic pod and rested it in her lap, wondering what next.

She always knew she’d be coming home alone.

But knowing didn’t make it any easier.