SURRENDER

                                    

                                          
{I JUST WANT TO FORGET THE PAIN AND SURRENDER}
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The car ride to the hospital was a silent journey through a landscape of unspoken emotions. The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors as Mikha navigated the familiar streets, her mind racing with a thousand unspoken questions, a thousand unvoiced fears.
Aiah sat beside her, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery, her heart heavy with a mixture of grief and determination.  The weight of their impending separation pressed down upon them, a suffocating blanket of uncertainty that threatened to consume them whole.
They had shared a lifetime of memories, a tapestry of love woven through the fabric of their lives.  But now, the prospect of being apart, of living their lives in separate spaces, felt unbearable.  It was as if a vital piece of their shared soul was being torn away, leaving behind an emptiness that threatened to engulf them both.
As they pulled into the hospital parking lot, a wave of silence descended upon them.  The familiar surroundings, the sterile scent of the hospital, the hushed whispers of the staff, all served as a stark reminder of the reality that awaited them.
Aiah's eyes welled up with tears, the dam of her emotions finally breaking.  She turned to Mikha, her gaze filled with a mixture of love, sorrow, and a desperate plea for strength.  "Please be strong for me and Heather, my Love," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.  "Don't let yourself fall apart.  Take care of yourself and, take care of our little one."
Mikha's heart ached with a mixture of empathy and despair.  She reached out, her hand gently caressing Aiah's cheek, her touch a silent promise of love and support.  "I will," she whispered back, her own voice breaking with emotion.  "I promise."
They held each other close, their embrace a silent symphony of love, a desperate attempt to cling to this precious moment, to hold onto the warmth of their connection before the cold embrace of separation tore them apart.
"Is there really no other way tuloy na ba talaga to?" Mikha asked, her voice a desperate plea for a miracle, for a solution, for a way to defy the inevitable.
Aiah shook her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and determination.  "No, Love," she whispered.  "There's no other way janna.  gagawin ko ito at pangakong mabilis lang to at babalik ako agad sa inyo."
The weight of her words felt like a physical blow, a confirmation of the reality that they had been desperately trying to avoid.  They would be apart, their lives separated by the distance of their shared pain, their love a beacon of hope in the darkness.
But they would find their way back to each other.  
They would find their way back to love.  They would find their way back to home.  They would find their way back, together.
Mikha's heart shattered into a million pieces, each fragment a sharp shard of pain that pierced through her very being.  Aiah's words, so final, so resolute, left her feeling numb, adrift in a sea of despair.  She had known this moment was coming, had braced herself for the inevitable, but knowing didn't make it any easier.
She nodded, her throat constricted with unshed tears, her smile a fragile facade that barely concealed the devastation that consumed her.  She had always been strong, a pillar of support for those she loved, but in this moment, she felt utterly powerless, a mere spectator in the unfolding tragedy of their lives.
They embraced, their bodies pressed together, their arms a desperate attempt to hold onto the last vestiges of their shared warmth.  Their tears mingled, a silent testament to the depth of their love, the pain of their separation.  They whispered promises of love, of strength, of a future reunion, their words a desperate attempt to cling to hope in the face of despair.