• A lady, about the age of 72, was sprawled over the hospital bed. She was deathly sick and knew obviously the doctors are not actors for a reason. They kept trying to comfort her but, it became torturing at best in these hours. Still, their attempts were half way welcomed for they were all she had. The clock struck 2 as the long monologue of a dieing woman began to weave it's death kissed poetry through the depressingly sterile white room.

    "To think at one point I was the queen of the corporate world. To think at one point, I had more money than an mongol on Wall Street. To consider that my children were born with a silver spoon on their lap. To even comprehend I would die like this? She started unaware that an elderly doctor was listening in while holding his locket.

    He never took that locket off. It was all he had left as a dieing man about the age of 80. That locket represented all he ever cared for: his wife, his kids, his fortune. That simple golden locket, the same one his wife wore, was the only reason he was still alive. He hoped he would find the matching locket one day. He pressed his ear against the door once again as she continued.

    "Oh Joesph, why did you ever leave me? Why couldn't you have just stayed? Why couldn't you have known that home you were looking for the whole time was with me? Why couldn't you see that the grass wasn't greener on the other side?" She cried out.

    His ear was near to bleeding by the time she said these words. He continued to listen intensely.

    "If only I could find the other locket!" She cried out with her last breath.

    "Anna-Marie! ANNA-MARIE!" He screamed as he forced open the door with all his might.

    "Jo....joe....." it was much to late.