Moments

Anne

Andrew’s flight was in the evening, so he had picked me up earlier to spend some time with him before he left. He also wanted me to help cheer Vincent up. Vincent's been cooped in his room since the previous day. According to Andrew, Vincent’s patient with cancer wasn’t getting any better. The male patient had decided that the best thing was to stop his chemo and all the drugs that made him sick. He was going to spend his last days with his family.

Vincent was trying to recuperate from all that event, but all Andrew could see was his brother’s deteriorating mood. He was dreading leaving him in that state.

We entered the house and headed straight to Vincent's room.

I had imagined his room to be razor-sharp neat with everything in place. It was pretty close if not for the few books scattered all over the reading table and the rumpled bed where Vincent lay beneath the covers, with his eyes closed.

His room was set in white and black contrast, the same as the living room. Some furn