He loved her, truly and deeply.
She was growing older, more noticeably each day, but he couldn’t imagine life without her.
So year after year he made excuses not to go.
A little longer, surely, couldn’t hurt. She was his life, and nobody would notice.
But eventually, inevitably, somebody did.
And men came to escort him to the hospital, for a test or two to figure out why he didn’t seem to age.
And two tests became five, ten, hundreds.
And days became decades.
He knows he’ll never be free. He hates what his life’s become.
But he regrets nothing.